This is the last update for today coz I am busy celebrating Diwali 🥳🙈
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“Don’t be mistaken. It’s only a hundred and fifty thousand Rupees. Lending her that money won’t make me unable to afford dinner.” Parth smiled. He couldn’t resist pulling Shehnaaz into his embrace. He patiently explained
explained. “Don’t worry. I know Shefali Arora from high school; we’re pretty close and our families know each other too.”
“Who’s worried about you?” Shehnaaz was aware of his body now that she was up against him. She tilted her head and the white-gold floral earrings on her earlobes refracted the sunlight into a tiny rainbow, and briefly blinded Parth. He raised his arms to block it out, and Shehnaaz took the opportunity to push him away and quickly strodeback to her dorm. Parth smiled as he watched her and only drove away when he saw her enter the building. On his way back, he got another call from Shefali Arora.
“Class Rep, you’re a true bro! With someone like Class Rep as my dear
friend, I have no regrets in life!” Shefali Arora was so emotional over the phone that her voice wavered.
Parth smiled. “We’re bros, so there’s no need to be so polite.”
“This is not being polite. This is being thankful.” Shefali Arora was
overjoyed. “Class Rep, what are you up to lately? Did you take the graduate examination?”
“No, graduation is around the corner, and right now I’m headed home.” Parth turned the steering wheel to navigate out of campus and drive back to his place. Shefali Arora chatted with him for a while along the way. Parth mentioned that he was treating some friends to the Red Manor Restaurant tonight and Shefali Arora was ecstatic.
“Class Rep! I haven’t eaten there for a few years now. Be sure to eat lots for my sake!”
“Hahaha, I will. ” Parth eased into the highway ramp.
“I’m driving, so I’ll talk to you later. See you when I get back.”
“Yup, bye Class Rep!” On the other end of the line, Shefali hung up and looked at the extra one hundred and fifty thousand Rupees in her bank account and felt at once envious and elated.
Shefali’s roommate poked her shoulder and asked curiously, “What is it? Why are you grinning like an idiot. You were just bawling about a hundred thousand and some Rupees yesterday, and now it’s like you’re totally ok.”
“Of course I’m ok. I borrowed the
money.” Shefali showed her phone to her roommate. “Remember the handsome Class Rep I told you about?”
“Yeah, yeah, the one who’s polite and elegant, and rich to boot. What about him?”
“He lent it to me. I just asked him and he transferred it to me right away.”
The roommate shrieked, “Really?! He lent you a hundred something thousand without any collateral?!”
“Like I said, what collateral? What kind of relationship do you think I have with him? We’re true friends!” Shefali laughed loudly.
“Even true bros or true friends or whatever, wouldn’t transfer you this much money without question.” The
roommate’s eyes opened wide
suddenly, and she grabbed Shefali’s shoulder. “Unless…he’s interested in you!”
“That’s impossible!” Shefali shot up, her face flushed.
“We’re… we’re just really good friends!” The roommate crossed her arms as she looked at her, dubious. Shefali lowered her head and looked at her reflection in the mirror opposite them. Her eyes were glossy and skin rejuvenated. She looked prettier than she normally felt, and couldn’t help caressing her face and muttering,
“Really?” Was it possible that Class Rep liked her?
“Of course. Shefu, as someone with experience, I can tell you that there are not many men in the world that will transfer you so much money without question. You have to latch onto him, so good luck!” The roommate gave her a thumbs up.
Shefali felt her lips curve into a smile. “I’m sure that you’re overthinking it.” She put away her phone and reached for her Chanel bag. “Right, now that I’ve borrowed the money, I have to make a trip home.”
“Isn’t that in C City?” They were attending university in Z City, and the drive from there to C City was three hours. The trip time was significantly reduced to only half an hour via the bullet train, though.
“Yep, I’ll take the bullet train home and come back tomorrow. Cover for me and help me out if they take
attendance during the public course in the afternoon.”
“No problem.”
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That evening, Parth picked up Shehnaaz and her roomates in a Chrysler SUV, and drove to the Red Manor Restaurant. Shehnaaz was in the front passenger seat
while Priya Sharma, Nidhi Singh, and Ekta Kapoor sat in the back. Parth had also brought his roommate, Raj Kumar. Everyone called him
Strongman because he was extremely tall and muscular. Parth parked the car and guided them to the restaurant.
Inside, a hostess took them to the private room Parth had reserved. It was a classical European style room with chandeliers glittering, strung in single file from the mirrored ceiling. An oil painting of a nude woman in a garden on one wall, and Monet’s Water Lilies series spanning the others, added a refined element to the space. Several champagne- colored, velvet couches were near the walls. A few small side tables laden with ashtrays, tissues and tiny succulent occupied the spaces between them.
“I’ve already ordered. Italian for six.” Parth obviously frequented the establishment and was familiar with the food and seating.
The group seated themselves at a round dining table and Strongman began to flatter Green Tea Sharma. “Green Tea, you’re wearing such a pretty outfit today, where is it from?”
Green Tea Sharma held a cigarette in an ornate holder between her slim fingers as she elegantly blew a ring of smoke and gave Strongman a sidelong glance. “Strongman, I’ll tell you the brand if you wipe the drool off your face.”
“Am I drooling?” Strongman hastily wiped his mouth with a napkin and realised that Green Tea Sharma was only teasing him. He didn’t care and laughed, then continued to praise her. Priya Sharma’s exquisite aura and made her a goddess to most the male students in Class One of the Faculty of Law. Parth was one of the few who could resist her charms because he only had eyes for Shehnaaz.
He sat besides her and patiently arranged the cutlery for her, quietly telling her the order in which to use them, and even pouring her a glass of milk tea. Shehnaaz actually wanted to drink black coffee, but supposed this would do.
“Thank you, Class Rep.” Shehnaaz sat besides Parth; Little Temptress was on her other side. Little Temptress rested her head on a hand and leaned on the table. She asked Parth feebly, “Class Rep, when is food going to be served?” I’ve been fasting since this morning for this dinner.”
“Little Temptress, I have some
cookies, you want them?” The brawny Strongman actually had a soft side and liked to have snacks around. Of course, this was also another one of
his tricks for flirting.
Ekta Kapoor’s nickname was Little Temptress, and she would certainly not be fooled by tricks used on younger girls. She smiled charmingly and Strongman melted.
“I don’t want cookies. I want to eat fried onions and calamari rings.”
“Waitress! Waitress— Fried onions and calamari rings, right?” Strongman waved his arms at the waitress standing in the opposite private room and shouted, “An order of fried onions and calamari rings! Large!”
Parth smiled as he shook his head and then turned to Shehnaaz. “Do you want a plate too? They’re pretty
good.”
“Me? Can I order fish and chips?” Shehnaaz tilted her head. The popular English street food was her favourite. It was fried in butter in a savory beer batter, and was absolutely heavenly when paired with tartar sauce. This was simple fare, but Shehnaaz was quite particular about its preparation.
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