CHAPTER 5

Fate has a cruel way of turning your life upside down when you least expect it. I now know why my heart was feeling uneasy when the Jhakars started to arrive.

It knew that something wrong is going to happen.

And it did. Great.

I remain passive, not giving any signs of the fact that I might know the handsome piece of a man making his way to me. He always manages to get a reaction out of me - cleverly stealing my first kiss, my virginity and now, my soul. And I had given it all to him willingly, which was way more dangerous.

The relationship we have is not exactly what you can call, stable or even healthy. We just dance, kiss and fuck. That's the side of me I regret the most and since the past three weeks, I have been trying to get rid of it.

What can I say? I am a human and I make mistakes. I remember the first time I met him at the bar. How from that moment he got me hooked on him. How this dangerous game had started.

I gulp down another shot of tequila, enjoying the burning sensation it produces in my throat as it travels down and the feeling of my body loosening up due to its effect.

I needed to forget - my mother had lectured me constantly about behaving properly for the upcoming party that she will be hosting with my father for their marriage anniversary. But the party was anything but that.

I pretty much knew what it signified - it was a display of their wealth in front of their so-called friends. As well as their ruthless attempt of searching a groom for their only child.

Party, my ass. It was more of a traumatic experience.

That's why I came here, drinking to forget. I know it is the stupidest decision but then, I am allowed to be stupid. I am allowed to live in the moment for once, even though I am far from sober.

Ananya is already on the dance floor, dancing like a pro to the beat. I smile as she cheers and moves with the music. I am glad that she finally enjoyed her life a bit.

"And who this gorgeous lady might be?" I hear a voice behind me.

I turn, my attention drifting to the man in question. He looks handsome with his charmingly devilish looks. His black eyes look mysterious as they stare into mine. There was just something about him that screamed danger yet it attracted me. With his perfect jawline and muscled body, he is every girl's wet dream. And the way he speaks is enough to send shivers down my spine.

Gosh, what am I thinking?

"A lady who might kick your ass if you try to pull of anything with her. She has a black belt in karate." I reply.

He chuckles, amusement running in his eyes.

"Fiesty. You give me more and more reasons to like you, sunshine," he says.

"Don't call me sunshine, there is nothing bright about me," I reply.

I gulp down another shot, realizing that the lecture is still repeating in my damn mind. Why can't I get my mother's oh-so-wonderful voice out of my stupid head? It's infuriating to me!

"Well, sunshine, you have brightened my life with your mere presence. So, don't underestimate yourself," he says.

I stop thinking for a moment, my heart skipping a beat.

Is this handsome piece of a man flirting with me? And why am I liking it?

"Well, I am glad I have such an effect. How do you wish to repay my kindness?" I ask him.

He steps nearer to me, his hands around my waist and chest so close that I could feel his heart beating. This night is going to take a different turn and I don't simply care what happens.

"Let's start with a dance, shall we?" he whispers in my ears.

A smirk appears on my face - a dance with a stranger is something I could really use right now. He offers his hand and I put mine on it.

We make way to the dance floor, his hands possessively around me and something about this night told me that this wasn't the last time I would be dancing with him.

And it surely wasn't. For a weird enough reason, I had found him waiting for me every Saturday for me. I had drunkenly lost my virginity to him, but I didn't regret it. He became an addiction - an unhealthy distraction.

I was his sunshine.

We exchanged numbers, talked about stupid things endlessly and danced with each other crazily.

But I had no feelings for him, and this entire thing simply scared me up. I knew that I couldn't continue this whole deal. Bad boys were seriously not my type. They will never be.

I need stability in my life, something good. And both of my heart and my mind agreed that Chinmay simply wasn't it.

I distract myself from his gaze as it shifts to Ananya and Aman. I smirk when I spot the way Aman stares at Ananya, his eyes widening and something about his expression telling me that he has been officially blown off by my sister.

Like she was when she saw him.

I would call it love on first sight, and I am already shipping them. Amaya sounds like a pretty decent name for them, I think.

I watch as the Jhakars first exchange pleasantries with mine and Ananya's parents.

"Namaste, Jhakar Ji. I hope you had a comfortable ride." my chachu says as he shakes hand with Mr Jhakar.

"Namaste, Chillar Sahab. How are you?" Mr Jhakar asks.

"Great. Come in now, we have a lot to discuss." chachu replies and all of us make their way back in.

I stand as Ananya and Aman shyly smile at each other and then, walk in together. I wait for others to leave since well, I am not much needed in there.

As I walk in, I feel familiar hands on my back that makes my breath hitch. The touch sends shivers down my spine and I curse myself for forgetting that he was right there.

"Hello there, sunshine," Chinmay whispers in my years.

Terrific.