Leap Of Faith

Chapter 2

I call up my best friend Adya to tell her about the breakup...and Abhi.

"Hello bitch." She greets and I grin even though my cheeks are stained with tears.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I say, even though I was going to fill her in. "Its friday. Do you guys wanna go clubbing?"

"Definitely! I'll bring the gang. Get ready." She exclaims and I shake my head.

Oh well....

My friends love to party. We go out almost every weekend, get wasted, do stupid stuff, then fight over it.

I still love them though.

I wear a black dress with red pumps and red lipstick. I look like a slut. I love it.

I really shouldn't have suggested going, because I just wanna curl up and go to sleep right now. I hear Manik pull in, and the familiar squeal of Adya when she walks in and hugs my mother hello.

"Bye mom. I'll be back by morning."

Gaurav gives me a disapproving look, but doesn't say anything but I still hear him murmur, "That Abhi will have to deal with a handful."

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We reach the club - Manik, Adya, Vehaan, Mia and I, and I'm greeted by the all too familiar crowd. I love to lose myself like this.

We grab a drink each, dance a bit, but I feel a bit tired, so I let my friends take over the dance floor while I sit at the bar.

I sip on my drink, my eyes scanning the crowd, when they land on an all too familiar face.

Rishabh.

Making out with some girl.

Oh.

I quickly tear my gaze away from him, my heart beating loudly against my chest and order another drink.

"Broken hearted damsel in distress?" A guy takes the stool beside mine.

I turn to look at him. He's already checking me out.

Holy fucking shit, he's beautiful.

Dark eyes, dark hair, a bit of a stubble, high cheekbones, a chiselled jaw, and impeccably dressed.

Dayum.

His eyes travel up my legs to my eyes, travelling back down to my mouth, and I bite my lip.

His eyes shoot up to mine, blazing.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "I don't see how that matters to you."

He grins devilishly. "It doesn't, peach. But you're the only hot girl here," he scans the crowd distastefully, "So I came to talk."

I laugh. "You came to talk? "

He smirks, and I feel current shoot up my spine. "Not really. Come on, dance with me."

My eyes travel to Rishabh momentarily, he's got his hands on that girl's ass.

I give the guy a seductive smile. "Sure." I say, standing up, walking to the dance floor, swaying my hips a little.

I thought he'd follow, but he grabs my hand roughly and walks in step with me, his thumb drawing patterns on my palm.

I shudder on the inside. I don't even know his name. Why the fuck does he have such an effect on me?

We choose a spot on the dance floor, I see Manik look at me from the other end.

Just because of my fucking luck, the music changes to a slow, passionate beat and Mr.Oh-So-Hot pulls he towards him, my chest brushing his ever so slightly, I feel so embarassed, he has such a potent effect on me.

His hands roam over my body, before settling a little lower than my waist, and we sway to the beat.

Those dark brown orbs are so hypnotising, there's so much tension in the air, I wonder what it would feel like to be in bed with him.

Stop, Aaliya, stop.

The beat fastens, and then we're pressed against each other, his lips attacking my neck. I moan.

Fuck.

"God. You're sexy." He murmurs, trailing kisses all over the side of my neck.

I humm in response, my head tilting to give him better access.

"Fuck." He says when I reach out to tug at his hair. Dayum. That mess of brown is gorgeous.

He spins me round, backing me up against a wall.

"God, peach, I want to do things to you they don't have names for." He bites my ear.

God. I don't think I knew lust until today. I just want to fall at his feet and do whatever the fuck he tells me to do.

I hate it. I love it.

"I'm gonna kiss you now." He says and roughly grabs me by the nape of my neck, planting his lips on mine.

He doesn't waste any time, his tounge darts out to taste my mouth. I kiss him back, and he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

God.

Holy fuck, he's such a brilliant kisser. I don't think I've ever felt what I'm feeling right now.

I have never been kissed like this.

He bites my lip lowly, then sucks, and suddenly pulls away.

I open my eyes and see Rishabh punch him in the face.

His eyes darken dangerously and he swings back at him, making Rishabh fall down to the floor.

"Alz!" Adya and Manik come rushing to me.

"You okay?" Manik asks, kissing the side of my face.

"Yeah." I nods. "Let's get out of here."

He looks at Rishabh skeptically, Mr.Oh-So-Hot is already gone.

"Please. Let's leave."

He nods, taking my hand, and leads me his car where everybody else was waiting.

"Nice makeout session, slut." Mia playfully teases.

"Thanks whore."

"Well," Manik and Adya cross their arms, "Why were you making out with someone else when you have a boyfriend?"

"Uhh...we broke up. Rishabh and me."

I try to sound nonchalant and fail miserably.

"Oh baby." Manik sighs, wrapping me in his arms, and I sob against his chest.

"You'll be fine. That new guy was hot." Vehaan pops in.

I giggle. He was.

"Well, guys, my parents want me to get married."

Vehaan spits out his beer. All over Mia's shoes.

"Eww, V, eww." Adya squeals.

"I'm getting married, you assholes!" I yell.

Everyone falls silent.

"Really? To whom? When? Why?"

"My parents want me to. I'm meeting him tomorrow. I don't want to get fucking married!"

Everyone nods solemnly. "We're sorry for your loss." Manik says.

I give him a bored look.

"If he's hot and rich, marry him." Mia suggests.

"What if he's old?" Adya groans.

"Well, meet him, it doesn't seem like a bad idea." Vehaan shrugs.

"You want me to marry a guy I don't even know?" I'm practically shouting.

Adya shrugs. "Not a bad idea."

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