Dedicated to all those women who look at their reflection in the mirror and don't find anything beautiful.....

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"Features and smiles are all that have blinded this world from its light,
For even copper looks beautiful when it gets oxidised.

Only once does the clock show its strength in time,
It withers the masks that hide the ugliness inside.

And then my friends his not so beautiful wife,
will turn out to be the prettiest of all in time.
 

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"Come on man she has been staring at you for like 30 minutes now! Go and approach her!"
Cam said, hitting on Ashton's arm.

Ashton looks up from his bourbon glass, following his friend's stare.
She sure was beautiful no doubt, but not a match for him.

Ignoring the seductive looks she was giving him, biting on her lips. He shifted his hooded eyes to the bartender, Ordering another glass of his favourite whiskey.

"Oh come on man! She is damn hot! Why are you no-"

"Stop it already Cam! You know he never approaches a girl first !"

Mason says joining the conversation, placing his arm on Cam's shoulder with a small smirk lingering on his lips.

Cam sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes at his friend to order a glass for himself as well.

"I wonder why every girl has to go after him only, I mean there are other handsome gentlemen like me available as well!"

He said glaring at Ashton while Mason broke into a laugh, staring at his friend's defeated face.

"Man up if you want to attract a girl, these whinings will not get you anywhere,"
Ashton spoke gulping the throat-burning liquid in one shot, ready to leave.

As soon as he turned around, his body collided with someone else and he saw them falling back from the impact.
His hands automatically moved forward to support the person and he grabbed the person's small waist.

Looking down he saw the same girl that was staring at him a few minutes back clinging to him for support. Fluttering her beautiful blue eyes at him, she bites her lip.

Pulling her up he placed her back on her feet again and moved back from her. Feeling rather irritated.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't see you there handsome! Oh shit, I spilt my drink on you! I am so sorry!"

She speaks while placing her hands on his toned chest, where the drink has just spilt.

He knew these tricks quite well and her voice was giving him a headache already.

Lifting her hand from his chest he moved back from her while she continued to apologize.

A look of rejection is apparent on her face as she notices his small action.

Without even bothering to give her a reply he made his way to the washroom.

Removing his shirt while looking at himself in the mirror, he started washing the stain under the faucet. Next, he moved towards the hand dryer and placed his shirt under it.

"You know I can't Vi! He is going to kill me if he finds out!!......I...I am hiding in a washroom cubicle"

Ashton looked amused hearing a girl hiding in the men's washroom.
And on top of that screaming on her phone like she owned this place.
Girls can be so dumb he thought.

"I'll see if he is still there! Okay? Will call you later...bye!"

So she is going to come out from her hiding spot, how interesting!

She slowly came out looking here and there and then her innocent eyes fell on that perfectly muscled back of a man and she shrieked with surprise.

He turned around to come face to face with an average-looking girl with small brown eyes and plain hair.

Simple fu**** plain Jane.

He thought.

He was hoping for a sexy girl in some beautiful dress.
But she was as simple as a girl can ever be.
Wearing a big baggy shirt and black jeans, her hair tied in a messy bun, and her face devoid of even an eyeliner.

He lost interest in her and refused to acknowledge her.
Turning his back to her again, he proceeded to dry his now stain-free shirt.

But she didn't have any such intention.

"Are you a freaking pervert? Standing in the girl's washroom like this!! You want to do a strip show go do it outside you fuc**** as****!!"

He sighed, not expecting her to be the 'little firecracker with no mind' as she now seemed to be.

He looked at her over his shoulder and she again reacted.

"What? You don't understand English? Should I speak French? hmmm....ya....ce....le... toilette filles...."

He smirked at her crooked words.

"It is "c'est Les toilettes des filles.....tu es stupide fille(you stupid girl)!'

"Whatever!! Now get out before I scream and call security!"

He was getting irritated with her, his shirt was still wet and this girl was not letting him even stand here.

"What? Are you ignoring me? I said get the hell out you pervert!"

He did the opposite, it was time to teach her a lesson of respect.

He started moving towards her and saw her eyes flickering between his toned chest and his eyes.
Her steps receded and soon her back touched the door of the cubicle she was hiding in.

"Wh..at... step..back ....why are you......."

His face was stone cold like always, getting a reaction out of him meant you must have done something big.

She was going to scream when they heard some male voices coming towards them and as soon as the door handle moved, she was pushed back inside the cubicle with a big hand muffling her scream.

"Man I am wasted tonight! My head is already bursting!"

"You even stole my shots!! What do you expect !"

"By the way where is Ashton? Didn't he say he was going to the washroom?"

"I don't know man!! He is a mysterious one, what can I say?"

The girl had her eyes wide, staring at the Adonis-like chest of the man in front of her.

They were both standing in a cubicle with his hand on her mouth, his naked chest touching her, and his eyes looking at the cupboard above her head.

Not bothered to even look at her.

The wheels rotated in her mind and once the realization came in, she stared at those cold eyes with regret and fear.

'This was the men's washroom! Oh no, why do I have to speak so much?' she thought

And that also to a beautiful specimen like him.

Soon the men left the washroom and she found him moving back from her instantly as if her touch burned him.

She found a blush coming up on her cheeks and she could no longer look at those eyes.

"I.....is.. this....the... men's washroom...?"
She asked afraid of his reply.

He didn't reply, instead, he proceeded to put on his shirt and with one final cold look at her, he was out of the washroom.

Stupid!

How can she be so stupid? She was in a hurry, agreed but how can she enter the men's washroom without looking?

Damn! This was so embarrassing.

At least he stopped her from further embarrassing herself, she thought, coming out from there.

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He joined his friends with them asking him what took him so much time and he gave them an excuse, excluding her from his answer.

The stupid girl was not worth much mention anyways, he thought.

As soon as he thought so his eyes involuntarily landed on the face of the odd one out in this entire place.

She was shifting her weight from one leg to another talking to a boy, who seemed to be scolding her.
Her head was down in defeat and she was moving her head in a 'no'.

What was she? A child? And who was that? Her boyfriend?

Unexpectedly her brown orbs clash with his grey ones and he felt strange all of a sudden.
He wanted to shift back his gaze to the beautiful girl standing next to him, but he just couldn't.

There was a pull in her eyes that was stopping him.

Has he seen her before? Why did her brown eyes seem so intriguing?

"Ash man what are you looking at?"
Cam questions and Ashton was able to break eye contact with her.

"Nothing"
He said and gulped the leftover drink in one go.

The next time his eyes fell on her, she was being dragged out of the club with the boy holding her hand firmly. Her head lowered in defeat.

Just when he was going to look away from her, her head tilted to the right and her eyes caught his stare for the second time.

She spoke a word which looked like a sorry and with one last look she was out of the club.

He looked back at the girl blabbering something about her next concert but for a minute or so the so-called boring unattractive girl occupied his mind.