I stood at the door of the rave party that the hall was hosting for us. Although I had no interest in going, I was scared and shocked when I saw my sister dressed in the tiniest minidress ever. Please understand that I still feel quite protective of my sister even after she ignores me. I practically rushed to catch up with her. I was behind her, but she was racing away as quickly as possible. My mouth dropped open as we got to that party. Everywhere you looked, people were donning fluorescent clothing and paint. At the DJ, dubstep was being played. Everywhere lights were beaming.
"This ought to be fascinating." Behind me, riya murmured, and I agreed by nodding. When I turned to face Rita, she had vanished. I stood there staring at the insane crowd and taking in the scene, something I had never seen before.
They were all wearing the shortest and most exposed dresses, and they were all dressed in neon colors. I swallowed and looked around. Girls only had on the barest of dresses. A few of them were blatantly making out with every guy in the most obscene manner. I took a deep breath and spun around to see a group of shirtless men randomly kissing whatever girl they came across.
Just then, a bunch of girls tugged me along by myself while I was watching out for Riya. We found ourselves in front of the sizable crowd in the open garden as I attempted to back away from them, but they had surrounded me.
While the host was speaking, my gaze was fixed on Riya. She was blushing as the guy standing next to her touched her hair in a flirtatious manner. I became enraged as he tugged her in his direction. The mob was moving in circles as I marched in her direction. I struggled to find my path, but all of a sudden the light went out, and someone grabbed my hand. I attempted to move, but his hand gripped me firmly.
When the lights came on, I was shocked to see that the man who every time ends up with me was there in front of me. Through Riya, I got to know that he is the CEO of the Malhotra group of enterprises, Vedant Malhotra, who seems to cross my path every now and then. He was as usual really upset with me. He quickly left my hand, and just as I was ready to leave, the host spoke once again.
With raised eyebrows, the host said, "Let's go get neon-ed up." I started to ask the host what she meant, but before I knew it, Vedant was grabbing hold of me.
"The task for today is to paint your partner's face and body." The presenter remarked, "We'll give you the color; you just need to paint it," and I was shocked as I turned to face my partner. He was frowning at me without explanation, as usual.
I was surprised when a female approached me and gave me the brush. In an instant, Vedant yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I dragged my gaze away and held my breath.
The host told us, "You two paint each other," and turned to face other guests who had just arrived. When I looked up and saw Vedant's eyes, my hands were shaking. Was I meant to paint his chest, or what? My sister was happily painting the boy in this ridiculous game, even though I didn't want to. I would be sent to the next hall if I didn't participate in this game. Playing this game was my only option.
"What... exactly what do I do?" He took the brush out of my hand and brought it over to him as I hesitantly requested. It touched his stomach, and I gulped.
He gently moved my hand in swirls before releasing it so I could finish it on my own. The color was a vivid neon green. Upon completion, he gave himself a quick glance and gave a gracious nod.
He replied, "Now the face," and placed an orange brush in my hand.
"What if I get it in your eyes?" I bit my lip to inquire. He gave a headshake.
He said, "Just do it," and I nodded. To get a better look at his face, I raised my feet to the point of my toes. I gave his face a gentle stroke with the cold brush and moved it about to create a fascinating design. My gaze lowered gradually to his lips, but I hastily averted my gaze after recalling what had transpired the night before. I took the brush off and knelt down again.
He leaned in closer to me after picking up a pink one. I took a deep breath. Hold on. I wanted to be painted, but since when did I say that? I shut my eyes. I was eager for this to end as quickly as possible.
"The task is completed." After a while, he withdrew, and I opened my eyes, gazing downward. It appeared fantastic. My arms and shoulders were covered with pink, orange, and blue swirls. Taking in my surroundings, I saw that I was the only one wearing full-body coverings. I was all covered up in slacks and a kurta.
For a short while, we stood there unsure of what to do. After that, he turned to face everyone. After that, the host visited each pair and made the decision. They approached us.
One of the judges commented, "This is lit," after seeing his work. I was astounded as well; Vedant was a truly talented artist with a modern yet exquisitely rendered design.
"Okay guys, this was only a warm-up. It was necessary to paint everyone in bright colors, and you guys did an amazing job." The host stated, "Let's move on to the next game now."
My gaze strayed to Riya, who was holding onto the next new guy. When did Riya start acting like way, looking for affection from new guys? Although she used to be such a sweet youngster, she now seems to be very different.
He said, "Okay, the next game is truth or dare in the corner with a bunch of random people," and I was sick of playing these kinds of games. I had barely pulled away and was going to move when this new guy walked in with Riya. Once more, I positioned myself behind the most uninterested person, Vedant. I started to notice him for the first time when my gaze strayed to him. He is aware that he is a very handsome man.
I looked away, and riya came into the hallway. I sat down next to her right away after following her. I had to tend to my sister, even if she was pulling faces. I turned to see Vedant sitting across from me, talking to a female. However, as soon as he turned to face me, I instantly turned around.
"Hey everyone, let's play truth or dare right now. But there are some rules," he noted. "In actuality, it's a filthy game of truth and dare. We can ask you any question if you select the truth option. You all have to respond to the dirty questions in this box. As an illustration, what is the strangest thing you have ever said to someone while having sex? Or How many times have you had a one-night stand? On the other hand, we can force you all to do anything if you select dare. For instance, read aloud a seductive bedtime story or undress your lover with just your teeth. Are you people prepared for this, then?" Everybody gave a loud shout in response to the host's query.
What kind of place am I in? Are these people high on something, like drugs? Who does all these things? I was desperate to take Riya and get out of here, but I knew she would cause trouble for me. I sat there thinking that I would take Riya with me if she was asked any strange questions or was forced to do something.
The emcee continued, "So here goes the bottle," and the game spun around till it arrived and, much to my dismay, pointed in my direction. I swallowed.
"Oh, looks like we got a good miss here. Okay, goody miss, tell me your name." he was extremely inebriated. I am certain that when the host inquired.
I said, "Harshita" to him.
"All right, Harshita, dare or truth?"
"Truth," I responded right away, to which the audience reacted negatively.
"You are really boring, Miss Goody. Okay, let's see now. I'll take it easy on you at first." After saying that, he reached into a bowl of chits. I was fidgeting with my hands and sweating like crazy. All eyes were focused on me.
"All right, good girl, who do you think is the attractive man here?" He said, and I was taken aback. How am I going to tell him that? A handsome man's beauty starts from his hearty loving soul and radiates from there to create his final form. However, these idiots won't get it.
I glanced around and noticed that everyone had attractive bodies. It won't matter if I pick up someone or not. I gestured at someone at random.
"Oh my God. You think this young man is charming, huh?" I gave him a nod of approval. It was finally over for me, and I was about to settle in.
"You're not going to sit down, goody miss. For this person, it's going to be a dare." I was perplexed when he said, "So whatever chit he gets, you both have to do it."
I nearly screamed, "Wait, you didn't tell me this."
He added, "Goody girl, this is how dirty truth and dare is played," to which the audience erupted into laughter. The individual I had selected was now being really creepy; he was staring at me from head to toe, his gaze resting on my breast. I was repulsed when he licked his lips.
I said, "I'm not playing that game."
"Alright, sorry. We won't compel anyone." The emcee then gestured to Riya, saying, "So whoever is sitting next to you will get the chance to perform what you missed." Riya was flushing as she got to her feet.
I yelled, "No, I'll do it."
Then the man reached into the bowl of chits and took out one. All I wanted was for this terrifying evening to end once and for all.
"All right, all right. Permit me to read it aloud." The emcee said, "Spend 30 seconds with your partner and you are allowed to do anything that you like," and I was just astounded.
Are these folks crazy or what? Standing in front of so many people who were staring at me made me feel incredibly unclean, and the atmosphere was just so stuffy.
"Come on, miss," the person I had selected urged, holding out his hand. I simply strolled by him. What is there for him to do in thirty seconds? If he continues to touch me or even just casts me a foul look, I will fight with him.
He led me into a pitch-black room and turned on the lights. It was a well-lit space.
"Sexy, come on, show me your breast?" That awful individual said, "I have been picturing them since evening," and I walked up to give him a firm slap. However, it was a bad move since he slammed me onto the bed after swinging me around. I tried to get up, but he grabbed my hand, lifted it above my head, and tried to give me a hard kiss.
I shoved him so hard that he fell onto the floor while I screamed.
I remarked, "30 seconds are over," and he simply laughed hysterically.
"No one is going to come here, even if we stay for an hour. This is a real sexual game." He said, "They probably know that I will be fucking you." I ran to the door, but it was locked.
"No one will save you, and nobody will come here. This is a soundproof room. Tell me you are unaware of these parties, please."
He turned to face me after saying, "These parties are to indulge oneself in sex games with multiple partners and do kinky stuff."
I replied, "Leave me," and he pulled me toward the bed. I kicked him hard, but it didn't seem to affect him because of the way he was built. I shed one tear in my eye. I was not here to be sexually assaulted. My life cannot be like this. I have to take action. I was kicking him while he was on me, kissing my neck and trying to kiss my lips.
Suddenly, though, the door opened, and Vedant was standing in front of us.