Author's note: This Story is my submission to the
2021 April Fools Day Contest
so I would love you guys to read it and give me your feedback. This story is based in India (The country in Asia) and about Indian characters and I have used some Non-English words in the story. Some of them are important in the context of the story and hence not explained or translated, since it may pull you out of the story. I have provided a translation of all the Hindi (An Indian language) words at the end which will be useful if you want to know their meanings.
I am an amateur writer and would love any positive or constructive feedback that you guys can give. Comments are welcome s always.
This story is an exaggerated version of True events that happened with me a few years back...
"So, you've always wanted me to be alone with you. This is your best shot 'til now. Tell me, now what?" Riya asked.
Pratik, who was sitting in a chair opposite to her, looked back into her beautiful almond shaped hazel eyes. She had worn a black
kajal
which accentuated her already pretty eyes to near perfection. He had been too busy staring at her body to pay attention to her words. He hadn't really heard the question, only his name. For a minute, he seemed lost. Riya smiled at him knowingly. Ah!
That
smile. It had the power to light up even the darkest of rooms.
Pratik and Riya sat in a pub in their hotel. All Pratik wanted was some quiet time with Riya alone, some food, and lots of alcohol. Riya, ever the party animal, wanted a dance floor, loud music, dim lights, and had practically dragged Pratik to this pub. She'd discarded all the classier restaurants in their hotel. Riya had recently started work, but was still a college girl at heart and still on the right side of twenty-five, Pratik thought. He himself was old enough to have completely forgotten what it felt to be twenty-four. Or was she twenty-three still? It had been a while since he had seen twenty-three or been in college. He had become infatuated with the extremely pretty Riya ever since he first saw her. It had grown into an obsession with him to score with her.
Both Riya and Pratik lived with their families in Mumbai. Riya's job, though, involved a lot of travelling and every month for a few days, she would be in another city, alone. Sometimes Delhi or Bangalore or Goa. Far away from her family, but close enough, so her parents wouldn't be too worried. Ever since Pratik had known that she travelled alone, he wanted to go with her on one of these trips and try his luck. It wasn't easy creating a cover for him to travel to the same place as her, because frankly, he had no reason to do so.
A few weeks before, Pratik had overheard Riya talking about going to Goa for work at the end of April. Pratik knew this was his best shot. He had a lot of friends in Goa and could definitely make an excuse to be visiting that city. He mentally planned all of this. He thought he would get her drunk, very drunk, and then--just maybe--one thing would lead to another. It was a four-day trip and tonight was the last night. It was literally now or never, but now that it came to the final act, he was too nervous to go through with it. Did he really want this? How would Riya react?
"Sorry, I was lost in thought! What were you saying?" Pratik managed to say.
"It's okay! I do have that effect on guys a lot of times!" Riya said, smiling her beautiful smile.
Is she flirting with me?
Pratik thought.
Not that she had to try. Riya was one of those girls who really didn't have to try, to be sensuous. Her body, her confident personality, all exuded her sensuality. She had one of the most beautiful faces Pratik had ever seen. Riya had a wheatish complexion that was fairer than most Indian girls. Even without any makeup, her smooth, caramel-like skin would make heads turn. She took great care of her body and especially her glowing skin, and it showed. She usually kept her wavy hair down while dancing, as she shook her head to the beats of the music it fluttered and held a lot of Pratik's attention.
He had been stealing glances at her for a long time now, trying to imagine how she would look naked. Her low-cut dress today accentuated her curvy body and was perfect for a place like this. It gave the right amount of push-up to her breasts to make her cleavage line visible. The dress was also short enough to end well above her knees, so that when she sat with her legs crossed, her smooth, taut legs were visible in their entire glory. Her soft arms ended in delicate hands with pointed, manicured nails. She had used a blood-red nail polish that matched the lipstick she had worn tonight.
His cock was already twitching, just seeing her. He had to force himself to keep thinking mundane things, to keep his head straight and cock sleeping. It was really all Pratik could do, to not lean forward and kiss her luscious lips then and there. He would hold her face in his hands and keep kissing her all the way to her soul. He so wanted to bite those red lips and let his hands roam over her body. To find the zip of her dress hidden below her wavy hair. He wanted to open it, and finally see her naked, and in all her glory so that his hands could feel every inch of that beautiful body.
Riya blushed, almost as if she knew what Pratik was thinking. His courage failing again, Pratik looked away. He drained his glass and saw an empty one in front of Riya. Was it her third or fourth?
"Another round?"
"There is enough alcohol in my system that I am going to regret it tomorrow morning but what the hell! One more."
Pratik ordered the drinks and they arrived soon enough.
"Let's play a game, Pratik!" Riya said loudly over the blaring music.
How about strip poker?
thought Pratik longingly.
"Sure! What do you have in mind?" He said out loud.
"Not here, let's go to my room. It will be quiet there!"
"We haven't even eaten yet and I thought you liked the 'vibes' of this place? Whatever that means," Pratik asked sarcastically. Internally there was a happy glow growing inside him. Maybe... just maybe....
"Come on. We'll order something from room service. Plus, the complimentary wine is still sitting in the fridge," said Riya, draining her glass in a single gulp and getting up.
Pratik followed suit and drained his glass and got up. Riya led him to her room. She fumbled a bit for the card in her purse before getting the door open. Pratik was not sure if he wanted to go in there alone with Riya. Riya turned back to look at him as he stood like a clueless moron at the door.
"Don't be silly," Riya said, pulling him in. She removed her footwear and slumped into a comfy chair near the sofa set. They were in one of the best and most expensive hotels in Goa. The rooms weren't like those small congested ones where there was no furniture or space except the bed and the TV.
Here, the rooms had a cozy double bed, a sofa set with a comfy chair and then a desk with another chair to sit at and work if required. The bathrooms were really spacious, with large bathtubs and the latest shower cubicles. Pratik removed his shoes, too, and sat on the sofa staring again at Riya.
"Get the wine from the fridge and bring two glasses," Riya directed.
Pratik obediently got up to get the wine. It was an expensive one, and he was surprised that the hotel would provide it for free.
"Are you sure this is complimentary? There was nothing in
my
fridge" Pratik asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, of course! Anyways, I have stayed here a lot more than you have. I am a very important customer for them," Riya teased.
Chuckling as he set the glasses and the bottle down on the coffee table, he asked, "So, what's the game?"
Riya opened the bottle. She filled both the glasses to the brim and handed one to Pratik. She motioned Pratik to sit down again on the sofa, clearly the one in command right now.
"Never have I ever..." Riya said as if it was the most obvious thing in the World. Pratik had never heard of it and looked quizzically at her.
"Well, you have to say a statement starting with 'Never have I ever...' for example, 'Never have I ever jumped from the 10th floor of a building. If you haven't done it, it's okay, but if either of us have done it before, they take a large sip of the wine," Riya explained.
"Well, I get it somewhat, but there is one thing?" Pratik asked innocently. "If either of us would have jumped from the 10th floor of a building, we wouldn't be sitting here drinking wine."
Riya shot him a disgusted expression, and in a flash, picked up a sofa pillow and threw at him. Pratik dodged it and both of them laughed.
"So, you go first," Pratik said.
"Really? Do I have to initiate everything? Take the lead sometime, Pratik," Riya said, taunting him.
"Well then, umm, let's see.... Never have I ever thrown a pillow at someone's face," Pratik said, collapsing again into fits of laughter at his own joke.
Riya wasn't impressed by the really, really, bad joke. "You think you're so funny, Pratik," she said. However, she did sip her wine.
"My turn...never have I ever had a crush on my teacher," Riya said, as soon as she swallowed her wine.
Pratik looked a little sheepish and took a sip of his wine, Riya followed suit, too.
"Really, Pratik? Never thought you were that kind of guy. Which standard was it?" Riya asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Sixth. What about you?" Pratik asked.
"Fourth through the ninth. Just one professor. He had this immaculate fashion sense, which made me fall head over heels for him, until I realized how stupid I was being," Riya said. "Your turn now."
"Ok, let me think," Pratik said. "Never have I ever stolen from a shop."
Pratik did not drink. To his surprise, though, Riya took a sip, looking extremely sheepish.
"Really? I should keep watch over my things more carefully around you."
"Oh! Ha-ha. Very funny. Well, it wasn't really...I didn't mean to.... Actually, I was about sixteen years- old and having one of...umm...
those
days and suddenly really, really craved some ice-cream. I ran into a supermarket and made a beeline to the refrigerator. I picked out an ice cream and lost myself in enjoying it. When I came to my senses, I realized I didn't have just one empty wrapper but about seven of them. It wasn't about the money as much as my shame at having to show the empty wrappers at the counter. So, I hid them in my purse and walked out. I have been so mortified about that mistake that I have stopped shopping there ever since."
Pratik roared with laughter. The wine was getting him buzzed, too. "Your turn," he said, a little more exuberantly.
"Never have I ever watched a movie alone," Riya said, not drinking from her glass.
It was Pratik's turn to look embarrassed and drank from his glass.
"Really? Which one?" Riya asked.
"Some stupid movie named
Pixel
. Well, it wasn't really that bad and I really wanted to watch it but none of my friends wanted to come with me. So..." Pratik let his voice trail off.
"Well, I have never had a dearth of company to watch any movie ever. My friends would
always
come with me," Riya teased him proudly. "You need to get better friends."
Well, who wouldn't want to be seated next to you in a dark place with a chance of touching you? Even if by mistake,
thought Pratik.
The wine had created a nice buzz in Pratik's head. He was getting a little more reckless.
"Never have I ever watched porn in a public place," Pratik said while taking a sip from his glass. Riya smirked, drinking the last of her wine. She poured more into their glasses.
"You are soooo boooooring, Pratik! Why can't you ask some personal questions?"
