-The Club-

I was staring at my closet for nearly an hour now and I still have no idea what to wear. I very rarely used to go to clubs back home, and whenever I used to it was mostly with my cousins or very close friends, yeah call me all lame you want.

I picked a red cocktail dress but I was not sure if it was the right outfit. No..it was showing too much skin, why do I even own something like this ? I was on the verge of calling Skylar to tell her that I am not coming, when a black dress caught my sight..it was the dress I wore on my Amber's Bachelorette's party. It was a simple black dress with lace delicately covering all the right areas and the whole back.

It is no hard core rule for me to never repeat a outfit. The dress was short but what does it matter, it  was not showing off anything unwanted, at least. I combined it with black pumps and my fancy sling-bag, don't look at me like that I can't handle clutches. I have an innate fear of losing them and my valuables along with it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked quite  good, I am not very curvy but whatever I had was highlighted beautifully in the dress. I decided to apply my typical kohl and red lipstick for a change.

I was done and after a few minutes Skylar was standing at my doorsteps dressed in a beautiful purple cocktail dress, her hair was tied in a high ponytail. I've left mine loose mostly because of my lack of creativity when it comes to hairstyles.

"Someone can get really lucky tonight!" Skylar grinned widely at me and I blushed at her bold comment.

"And that someone is you! Now let's go." I can't handle Skylar's bold comments, she is one of a kind girl with beautiful honey blonde hair and grey eyes.

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The moment we entered the club, my head started throbbing lightly. Music was loud enough to make me go deaf in less than a minute but it also gave me a buzz which I did not mind. This club was not any ordinary club but a very high end one. I could spot some mini-celebrities too, the kinds you see on page 3, most of them were drunk though.

Skylar dragged me towards a booth where many of our co-workers were seated and were enjoying their drinks. I didn't notice Axel until he complimented me about how good I looked, thank god for the dim lights or else everyone could have seen my tomato-red face.

Skylar dragged me to the dance floor and I stood there like a dumb-numb child. I was not drunk enough to start dancing like an unleashed, wild animal. Everyone around me was dancing, or more like grinding against each other like crazy under the influence of alcohol.

I decided to go to the bar and order some mild drink with less alcoholic content, I was not crazy enough to have vodka shots when my tolerance for alcohol was less than Kim K's clothing.

I ordered a Lynchburg Lemonade, I never tried it before but I heard it was low on alcohol content, so it is suitable for me, I guess. And what's the harm in trying, anyway? 

"Excuse me?" I tried to make my voice reach the bartender amidst the loud music.

"What can I get you?" He smiled politely at me showing me his pearly whites, why bartenders are so handsome?

"A Lynchburg Lemonade, please" I smiled.

"Coming right away." He gave me a cheeky smile and went away to get my drink.

I could spot Skylar and my other co-workers dancing to the beats of fast EDMs playing.

"Here ya go!" The bartender said and gave me my drink. I took a sip and the sourness of it made me flinch, I heard the bartender chuckle and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry, but you made a really funny face." He said and I couldn't help but chuckle along. 

I had a few more drinks and that bartender suddenly started looking cuter and I thought it in my better interest to leave before I develop some drunk crush on him. 

I turned around to leave, but then collided with someone and instantly my brain knew who it was. His smell instantly started torturing my nostrils and I realized that the drink was all over his shirt. I closed my eyes tightly.

Please don't be him...Please don't be him...Please don't be him!

I could feel his hands on my arms, I could tell it was him but I still kept chanting my silent chants again and again. I can't handle him right now!

"Seems like you love colliding with me, Ms. Shah." Oh God..no! I kept my eyes closed, hoping he would just go away but when he didn't I slowly opened my eyes and his face was only a few inches away from me.

"Sorry." I muttered. 

Please someone just take me away from him.

"You are not forgiven, you have ruined my favorite shirt." In the dim light, I couldn't really see his face but I am 110% sure he must be smirking. One thing I got to know about him was that he loved to smirk.

"I said, I am sorry." I said through gritted teeth. He was still holding my arms in a firm grip, it made me feel like a caged animal, his grip was like that of a lease, just not around my neck but on my arms, if that makes any sense. (Though I realised later, his grip was actually helping me, stopping me from falling on my butt.)

"You really think that you can get away with ruining my reputation, shirt and drink?" He gestured towards the glass pieces shining on the floor...It will not take a genius to guess that due to our collision the glass shattered on the floor and all the alcohol in it was on the floor flowing freely everywhere.

"I am sorry." I said again in a firm voice with lots of emphases. How was I not able to hear the sound of glass breaking? I am sure to go deaf today because of this deafeningly loud music, which no longer gave me a buzz but a throb at the back of my head.

"You are not forgiven." He repeated and dragged me towards the stairs. I tried getting free from his grip but he was too strong for me.

"Where the hell do you think you are dragging me?" I yelled but I am not sure my voice reached him because of the loud music.

He didn't answer and continued dragging me, we stopped in front of the male washroom. I stared at him, not sure of what torture he was planning for me next.

"Why are we here?" Instead of answering me he simply dragged me along with him inside the washroom, there were 3 men and all were now staring at me. The embarrassment I felt at that moment I can never forget.

"Gentlemen, please get out." Here comes the Mighty Kapoor's thunderous command and surprisingly all of them left the washroom in less than a minute.

"What the hell...why are we here?" I was finally able to free his grip from my hand.

"To clean my shirt." He ordered and then shrugged, I just stared him. Who the hell he thinks he is? Or me for that matter.

"I am not your maid!" I said angrily and he just looked at me blankly.

"Well, you sure are not. But now since you have made a mistake, which if I dare say you make many, you can at least mend this one." He removed his coat and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Hey hey hey! Stop!" I yelled as he was in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. He stopped and raised an eyebrow at me, making me extremely uncomfortable.

"It is not even that prominent, just a small yellowish stain..it is very light. Just go home and give it to your laundry service!" I said angrily as I assessed the stain, it was not really a big deal..but it seems like with Vivaan Kapoor everything is a humongous deal!

"I don't care. You did it and you are cleaning it. Now." He said with finality in his voice and I picked up some tissue papers making a face.

"Don't unbutton your damn shirt!" I shouted as he was again starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Really? Most of the women would have enjoyed the show. Your loss." He smirked and I inwardly cringe at the mention of 'most of the women'. God knows how many more women he must have tortured or maybe pleasured. I didn't even want to think about it.

"Just shut up!" I muttered more to my own wandering mind than him as I wet the napkin. I was about to clean his shirt when he tightly gripped my hand and looked at me with furious eyes.

What the hell did I do now? This man is crazy! I don't regret running away at all. It is better to live as an unmarried virgin than to marry an egoistic jerk like him.

"What the hell are you wearing?" His voice was dangerously low. 

"Umm...clothes?" I said as I saw his eyes wandering over my legs. 

Stop you jerk or I will puke on you! I stopped myself from spitting the words out.

"This is too short! And this lace is not hiding much. What the hell were you thinking before wearing this immoral dress?" He shook his head at me and I just stared at him trying to control my anger. "Who were you planning to woo huh?"

Okay, that was the last straw of patience I had. I have no time for typical Indian men to tell me what to wear and how to wear it,  my anger reached its peak and I shouted "How dare you? You have no right to tell me what to wear! This dress is just fine. Keep your nose away from my business. You can't tell me or anyone what to wear. You don't control me! And I am by every means better than those half-naked sluts you share your bed with!" His face darkened and I knew I hit a nerve. Maybe I shouldn't have said the last part but the damage was done.

He roughly pulled me towards him and stared at me with so much anger that if looks could kill I will be standing in the line for heaven right now.

"You don't know shit about me. Keep that filthy, unapologetic mouth of yours shut." He said with clenched teeth, his face inches away from me.

That beautiful face of his made me wanna run a bulldozer over it. Only if he was not holding me so close, I would have permanently damaged his prized possession. I was feeling hot because of all the anger I was feeling at him.

"I don't care to learn anything about you. My mouth might be non-apologetic but at least I didn't use it to suck some slut's face." I spat and immediately regretted what I said, for a second I could swear there was a pained expression that crossed his face. He was angry and it was very much visible.

Why don't I learn from past mistakes?

"You are crossing your limit now, Ms. Ruchi Shah." He glared and the way my name rolled out of his tongue sent chills down my spine.

"Let me go!" I half-yelled as I unsuccessfully tried to make myself free from his firm grip.

"You are yet to clean my shirt." He smirked and let go of my hand and I lost my balance but, thankfully was able to regain it before that brute could touch me again.

I wondered what he was on. He was furious moments ago but now he was again calm.

I started cleaning his shirt. And although the stain looked very light it was a bitch. It was difficult to remove it especially when I was trying my best to make sure that my hands didn't make any contact with his rock solid body.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" I asked annoyed from his constant whistling. He had the nerve to whistle when I was having a hard time removing the stain.

"Well, I should ask this question. After all, it is not me who's hands are coming constantly in contact with my god-like body." He gave me that devilishly handsome smirk and I wanted to clean that off with a punch.

"Very sarcastic of you, Mr. Kapoor." I smiled while rubbing faster, the stain was finally becoming fainter.

After what felt like an eternity the stain was almost gone, I smiled at my good work.

"Your shirt is stain free again." I gave him my victorious grin to which he only smirked.

"You should work in a laundry, Ms. Shah." Hr said after surveying his shirt. I gave him my best death glare and started walking towards the door, my hand was on the handle when the door opened revealing a shocked Axel. Oh God No!!

"Ruchi?" He said looking at me with shock then his eyes wandered and landed on a smirking Vivaan Kapoor.

"Axel..listen.." I tried justifying myself but he just left without a second glance. I tried going behind him but I felt a strong grip on my waist..the deathly grip of Vivaan. His face had a smug smirk.

I pushed him away and shouted, " You did that on purpose, didn't you!" I forgot all the manners and was about to give him a piece of my mind when he put a finger on my lips. The touch made my knees feel like jelly but I composed myself. Focus! Just focus!

"You should really shut up sometimes. I told you your life is going to take a 360-degree spin, this is just the starting." He said and left me there standing in front of men's washroom with wide eyes.

I am so screwed!

The moment, I got back, I was bombarded with questions by Skylar about my absence.. I looked at Axel and he just ignored me. Vivaan was nowhere in sight.

I cursed under my breath and went to the bar where it all started, there was the same bartender there, with the same friendly smile.

"What can I get you ?" He asked.

"Vodka" I said mindlessly, he stared at me but got me my drink anyway. I took a shot and it burnt my insides. I ordered more and consumed the drink until I was able to forget the problem named Vivaan Kapoor.

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