(Rooh's point of view)
What the hell? I can't have possibly lost my virginity to this Adonis of a man. Seems like it. Well, good guess, Sherlock. Why? Why, God? Why, me? This is not how I planned to lose my virginity. At least not to some random stranger, no matter how handsome and delicious he looked.
Now I just have to find my clothes and escape. They are not scattered on the floor. Maybe the living room. I searched the entire apartment and I can't find my sweatshirt. At least I got my sweatpants in the living room and I have my underwear on. His sweatshirt will have to do then. I check my pockets for my mobile phone and after finding it inside I tiptoe my way outside somehow.
While leaving, I notice his apartment. It's a standard three-bedroom one. Two of the doors are closed and I dare not try to open them. Grey furniture, with cream coloured walls. Photographs of a little kid adorned the walls. Some of them were also with him. The baby in his arms, a little girl with a football near her feet with him behind her, maybe guiding her to give the ball a kick. A photo of a ten year old grinning, showing off her two front missing teeth. Please God, I'd die if he is a father of some little kid, or worse, if he is married. I don't think I saw a ring on his finger. But who knows, I was drunk beyond my mind. What if he is engaged and his fiance and kid are away? Oh my God! What did I do? I don't want to be a reason why a kid loses her parent. I fucked up, big time. I am never going to a club ever again.
I quickly leave his place after having my little meltdown in his living room, lest he wakes up and finds me ogling at his kid at four in the morning. When I am outside, the sun is rising and this area is not very far from my workplace so, I kind of have an idea around here. I call a cab and leave as soon as I can.
When I somehow open my apartment door, I see a guy escaping the place. I raise my left eyebrow. He gives me a shy smile and leaves. This walk of shame is the worst thing, I swear. I feel you pretty boy. My head feels heavy and I can feel a headache forming. I am never drinking again. Ever. I just crash on my couch. And a certain copper haired, silver eyed guy haunts me in my dreams.
"...make me a, you make me a believer....", I hear loud music coming from the kitchen area and groan into the cushions. "Do you have a death wish, Rach?", I shout at my flatmate. "I do not have a death wish but I do have a cup of hot chocolate, here", she hands me a cup and I am sold. She knows exactly how to make me happy. "Why aren't we married yet?", I ask her, "Because you wouldn't be able to afford my tantrums.", she sasses and we chortle at her antics.
"So, where were you last night? Hmm missy?", she asks me in a stern tone. "Don't even ask me about what happened last night", I groan. "I went home with a guy and lost my virginity to him. And that's not even the worst part. He has a kid and I probably, am a home wrecker. God, I hate myself.", so I, being a good best friend, utter everything that I remember. "Hey, it's fine. I'm sure your alcohol loaded mind saw things.", Rach consoled me. "Oh Rach! I saw the pictures. And they were so cute. He was looking adorable with her. What am I supposed to do now, babu? I also saw a oink coloured bedroom door opposite to his. I am pretty sure he has a daughter." "In that case, I guess the only thing that you can do is forget this horrible experience and move on. Or you know, gimme some details of your rendezvous. How he made you cum? Was he good enough? Huge? Gentle? Rough? Gimme something, girl? He was so delicious.", she makes a dreamy face and I giggle. "As much as I would like to tell you what happened, I don't remember a single detail. The maximum that I remember is him stripping down to his boxers and oh God Rach! He did look delicious.", I tell her. We laugh together and I ask her about the guy who I saw leaving in the morning.
"So, care to tell me why a handsome looking blond was just leaving our threshold when I came back home?". As soon as I utter these words, I see a blush creeping her cheeks. Rachel Love is blushing after listening about some guy, I've officially seen everything. "Oh ny God Rach! You're blushing.", I gush. "Tell me everything that needs to be said." She tries to shrug it off by acting casual and telling me that he was no one important and just some random bloke. And although, I don't buy her bullshit, I let her go.
After my shower when I'm cleaned up of all the details of last night, I keep that sweatshirt unwashed, in my cupboard. A remainder of last night. A proof that last night happened. That I did sleep with a guy. A handsome one at that. Also, I am a little relieved that Rach didn't ask about it. It's not very different from the one that I left at his place same colour, although a little big in size. Maybe she couldn't point out the minute difference of his smell. What is wrong with me? Why do I sound like some love sick puppy? I need to go and get some work done.
Just as I am sitting at my laptop with the new story that was sent yesterday to me, my phone starts ringing. It's my sister, I smile and pick up her call. "Happy Birthday mera baccha.", I see my elder sister and her husband, Jay greeting me. "Thank you so much. How are you both? And where's my little baby?", I ask her about my little nephew, Atharva, who just turned two. "I miss you guys so much", I further whine. "We are absolutely fine and we miss you too. By the way, Atharva has a special gift for you.", my sister tells me and then I see my little man holding a piece of paper with 'I heart you' drawn messily on it. "Oh my God! Best birthday gift ever. Thank you so much sweetheart. Now moma misses you even more.", I say with almost tears in my eyes. It's been more than a year since I last met them. I visited India last year on Atharva's birthday. "Mo-ma", he speaks and presses a sloppy kiss on the screen of the tablet. God, I miss them so much. They ask about my well being and after chatting for sometime and some more giggles form Mr. Sloppy Kiss, we hang up.
I, then open my laptop and check my mails, nothing from the cover guy as yet. I don't even know, what I was expecting from his lazy ass. Both the author and the cover boy are getting on my nerves with their late submission. When I meet him tomorrow, he is going to get a piece of my mind. Huh. I work as an editor in a publishing company. And it's a wonderful job. I get paid for reading stories and my sixty year old boss adores the hell out of me. And life was pretty good. Until, I had to go to the club and ruin my peace. Hmph. I start going through the story and it's all cool and suddenly his face pops up in my mind and I can't stop the stupid grin on my face.
It was only a night, I know that very well and people don't expect to meet or see each other after what happens but c'mon cut me some slack, that guy was my first and I don't even remember it but the way he was holding me tight and not letting me go even in his sleep was really something. I wonder, if he holds all the girls he sleeps with. Or maybe he thought I was his fiance. I really do hope that the latter is not true.
Although, I was a little disoriented when I saw all those pictures hanged on his wall, I didn't come across even one with a woman and him. Maybe he is a single dad and he wanted to have a night of fun. Or maybe he no longer holds the custody of his kid. But that would really be a shame, 'cause it looked like he was amazing with the little girl. She looked like him too. She had the same hair, copper brown one and the same shade of beautiful silver in her irises.
I am almost half way through this inspiring story of a paralysed girl when, Rach comes knocking on the door, "Since you were so good last night and went to the club, now, I'll be nice and do something that you love. So, you wanna see some Chris Hemsworth and RDJ? What do you say about a marvel marathon?" I smile like a kid on a Christmas morning who has gotten her favourite gift. "And that is how I met the love of my life, people.", we both laugh and go to the couch. The rest of my birthday is spent with us on the couch drooling at these beautiful creations of nature with a certain silver eyed one always present at the back of my mind.