Chapter 2

I picked best dress from my wardrobe. I actually had two wardrobe, one for casual dressing and the other for parties or something official. I finally dug a red dress which was inrermixed in the second wardrobe.😑😑😑.

I saw my replica in the mirror. I applied foundation of my colour - cream white, I stroked that mascara, sharp black eyeliner, and painted a dark wine lipstick on my lips. I merely adored smoky eyes, so I crafted my eyelids with the combination of grey and black coat.

I picked my car's key from my secret place (shhhhh, from my vase). I know I was only seventeen but I had lot of cash with me to fetch policemen's pocket. I fear nothing.

I drove my car, Mercedes. My mom wanted to gift her car next month but who cares. I switched off the light.

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"Hey Maya," Piya shouted.

I waved my hand and shrieked, "Hi".

She wore a bottle green dress (above knee lenght).

"You are looking great,"I complemented.

"You always look great," she said with a pinch of jealousy cracking in her voice.

She introduced me to her friends (mostly girls and two boys).

"Hey, Aryan meet Maya, my friend."

I handshaked him and he was not ready to spare my hand. He pulled my hand and hugged me.

"Ahem Ahem."

He looked around twenty with protruding eyes and handsome face. I felt suffocated with his third class perfume.

I coughed.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"It's just some kind of pollutant,"I answered.

He smirked wickedly and that underlying innocence smiled at him politely.

Piya grasped my hand and dragged me to the stage. The song was, "Mera Piya ghar aya oh ram ji....."

She shifted her attention to her boyfriend, popularly named, Andy. They both played a dirty move on each other. I reckoned that it was better to escape than to be finely chopped tomato and a slice of cabbage in a sandwich.

I left them and went to bar section. I ordered a can of breezer. A random guy suddenly spilled his red wine in my dress. My favorite dress was ruined.

"Oh fuck".

He was silent.

I gazed straight at him. That guy's face was hidden in a hoodie. The weather was rotten hot, all were dancing with their sweats and he was wearing a hoodie. That suspiciousness increased as I death stare him.

I gulped the can in one breath. That dirty can was showing its effect now. I laughed.

"Are you mafia?"

I ordered one more can.

"No," he replied.

"Why are you cover... (hiccups).... ing your face?"

I giggled again and uttered, "Eh you, Alan Walker?"

Aryan dashed with an evil intention to treat me a drink. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders.

"Look, my friend, Aryan."

Aryan lifted my chin and forcefully told me to drink that vodka.

"No no"

"-It's good"(Aryan).

"You, motherfuc..."

He somehow persuaded me to gulp his drink which tasted funny. I immediately flunged that glass and the whole drink spilled my entire red dress.

I began to precipitate, I felt hot - very hot.

"I am feeling hot."

"Good", he answered.

I wanted to open my entire clothes and wished to go to Antarctica. I was feeling like a boiling water.

"Come with me, I have things planned out for us."

"No", I screamed and cried for help. Nobody came to help me. All were busy partying. I shouted Piya for help. She was surely busy making love somewhere in the corner.

I fainted.