Ghungroos, Ghagras and Gorgeous Guys

Chapter 3

Presenting to you........

Chapter three!!!! *grins*

Okay so this time the chapter is dedicated to my annoyingly lovable bestie who does not hesitate to tell me when I need to shut up and drools over Siddharth Malhotra with me :)

LISTEN UP GUYS.....

ALL THE WORDS WITH A STAR BEFORE THEM (*) ARE HINDI WORDS AND THEIR TRANSLATION WILL BE GIVEN AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

Carry on :)

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He slowly leaned towards me, tilting his head ever so slightly. His messy, untamed hair hung down his forehead giving him an adorable and irresistible look.

My breath caught as the distance between us dwindled to a mere hairs breadth. And then just as his soft , velvety lips were almost upon mine he stopped, grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the eye.

"I need to tell you something" he said.

Without waiting for a response he swept down on one knee and opened a champagne coloured jewellers box in which lay a twinkling crystal pendant , nestled in rich, burgundy velvet padding.

He opened his mouth to say the words I'd been awaiting for so long.

"Been around the world , don't speak the language

But your booty don't need explaining

All I really need to understand is

Will you talk dirty to me?"

Huh? What? And then all of a sudden my happily ever after moment and Prince Charming morphed into a whirlwind of colours and words and disappeared.

Groggily opening my eyes and cursing whoever had called I picked up the phone.

And then dropped it.

Because on the other end my best friend Sara had lost it.

"Oh my bloody saintly hot guy gosh ! Ravina you lucky witch! You daughter of a rascal! You flirt! You shitty-"

Okay...I wasn't expecting that. But with Sara you don't know what to expect. Sara Mukherjee aka Sara The Maneater and I have been friends for about two years now. We met due to some unfortunate circumstances that forced us to be civil to each other even though we wanted to rip each other apart, piece by piece. We soon became friends in the all Indian cliché project induced temporary peace declared way. Sara's awesome when it comes to gossip and dating advice, lends me her notes whenever I skip class and beats up anyone who pisses me off ( if I haven't already).

The only problem is that Sara is impulsive. And I don't mean the oh-I-like-pizza-so-I'll -grab-the-last-slice-before-my-dad's-boss-grabs-it sort if impulsive. I mean the oh-I-like-pizza-but-my-dad's -boss- has-the-last -slice-so-I'll -kick-him-in-the-nuts-and-snatch-it sort of impulsive. Which was sort of proven by the fact that she called me at two in the morning just to cuss at me.

"What is it Sara? " I asked , the grumpiness evident in my tone.

"It's THE guy you idiot ! The one who's so drool worthy that he doesn't need to take a bath because I'll lick him every single day because he's so yummy looking. He should be KFC's poster boy because he sure i-"

"Is fingers licking good? Jesus Sara get new dialogues" I muttered irritably.

Ignoring me my best friend kept chattering blissfully unaware that the conversation was one sided. I was pretty used to Sara looking at a guy and falling in love in a matter of seconds.