Vyom’s jaw dropped completely without him realizing it. Waheguru, yeh din-b-din aur hot kivein hundi jaa rahi hai? Aisa lagda hai jaise har baar kapde badalne te yeh cheat codes use karke level up kar lendi hai.
“Wow, Urvin. Tere baare vich vi wahi kahunga… expectations ton bohot behtar.”
Urvin smiled brightly, a genuine flush of pleasure on her cheeks. “Chal, tu drive kar reha hai.” She handed his car keys to him. Because of her tall heels, she stood just shy of eye-to-eye with his tall frame, her sweet scent wrapping around him.
As they walked out of the apartment together, Vyom purposely tried to push his shoulders back and walk taller. He wondered if she would notice the change in him.
She absolutely did.
They parked his car down the street from the college party and could hear the heavy Punjabi music before they even reached the large house. The heavy bass thumped through the ground, and the loud laughter from a few drunk university students hanging out on the porch carried down the sidewalk.
Inside, the house was packed. Most of the main lights were off, with warm yellow string lights hung everywhere providing a dim, moody light. The crowd was loud, shouting to be heard above the deafening music. Urvin was already waving happily to people she knew and hugging other girls warmly as they walked down the crowded hallways and through the packed rooms. Vyom, meanwhile, started slumping his shoulders again, instantly feeling out of place and choked by the crowd.
Vyom leaned his back heavily against an empty spot on the wall while his beautiful sister chatted excitedly with two other girls nearby. Looking around the dim room, he quickly decided that Urvin was easily the best-looking girl in the entire house, and realized he really wasn’t in the mood to meet anybody tonight. He already wanted to grab her hand and leave.
Urvin looked over, noticing his discomfort, and gently elbowed him in the ribs before leaning her body closely into his side, bringing her lips right to his ear so he could hear her over the music. Her soft breasts pressed against his arm. First Contact. The sudden, warm pressure sent a sharp thrill right down his spine. His muscles locked tight.
“Oye, himmat rakh. Tu bach jayega. Chandigarh di party hai, thoda enjoy karne di koshish kar,” she whispered, her hot breath hitting his neck.
“Pehle mainu ‘enjoy’ da matlab bata.”
