"Is that possible?" Sarita was stunned. "There is not one soul on this earth that does not lie."
"Not Vikrant." Kaly's grin widened.
"I don't believe you." Her eyes narrowed. "Don't ask him."
"You know I will." Kaly winked.
Sarita knew she couldn't talk her friend out of it so she gave up. "Just don't tell me what he says."
Kaly stared at her friend. "You're so..." She paused. "Grrr!" She bared her teeth.
Sarita laughed. "You love me anyway." She smiled cheekily at her.
"Unfortunately." Kaly mumbled.
*******
Kalyani's smile widened as Vikrant grudgingly sat down in front of his laptop with a death glare directed at her but she wasn't intimidated. He refused to pick her calls so she'd decided to do a video call.
"If you'd only picked my calls then I wouldn't have to see your ugly face." She told him. "So deal with it."
"This better be important." He growled. He'd had to pause his video game to answer her summons. If he didn't, she'd never let him hear the last of it. Her sister was nowhere near as troublesome as she was.
"Oh it is." She said, "Who gave you the right to read my diary? It's called a diary for a reason. It's supposed to be private."
"I didn't read anything." He shrugged carelessly. "I was just looking for your password."
"To what?" She snapped. "Why would I have written my password in my diary?"
"Am I missing my game for this?" He scowled at her. "It's been six years, Yaya."
"I'll have my revenge." She promised through gritted teeth.
"Good luck with that." He murmured in a bored voice. "Can I go now?"
"What do you think of Sarita?" She asked.
"Anu? Why?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Is she beautiful?" Kaly inquired. "She's... very insecure about that."
"Why would she be insecure?" He huffed. "She's fucking beautiful. Ten times more beautiful than you, Yaya."
Kaly glared at him before a smile appeared almost immediately. "I'm immune to your harsh words my dear cousin." Her glare returned. "You're not lying to me, are you?"
"I never lie." He said, deadpan.
"Have you ever tried lying?" Kaly wondered.
"Get off my screen, Yaya." He ordered.
"Tch." She hissed, smiled and went offline. She took her phone, opened up her message icon and typed; "I told you Vikrant never lies Rita. He said and I quote; She's fucking beautiful, ten times more beautiful than you, Yaya. Believe me now?" She sent the message and laughed as she imagined what Sarita's reaction would be.
Heck! She didn't have to imagine - she knew what it would be.
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Sarita sat in the auditorium, watching Raj talk to the boy who was the male lead in the school play. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie was loose around his neck as he gesticulated with his hands the way he wanted the boy to act and she blushed as she thought of going up to him, calling his name and then kissing him immediately he turned to look at her.
"You could do it." Her subconscious mind taunted. "You could do it but you're too much of a coward."
A different scent permeated the air around her and she frowned as she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. This was a scent her nose was very familiar with because only one person used that particular cologne; Vikrant Suryavanshi.
She turned around in her seat, knowing he was the one but she was still surprised to see him seated next to her with his legs crossed and his arms folded across his chest. He was dressed in the black suit pants sans jacket and his hair was wet as if he'd just come out of the shower.
"You spaced out again." He chided.
"I was... thinking." She murmured. "How was basketball practice?"
"Good." He said. "So you're part of the drama club?"
"Yes." She nodded. "Are you looking for someone?"
"No." He looked at her then. "I just thought I'd come see what the drama club is all about."
"So, which club are you a part of?"
"Myself and I club." He smirked.
Sarita chuckled. "Be serious."
"I'm not part of any club. I only use my energy for two things." He lifted two of his fingers. "Want to know what they are?"
"What?" She was sure she wouldn't like whatever he'd tell her.
"Come here." He made a come hither motion with his finger.
Sarita hesitated but she leaned in towards him and she shivered as she felt his hot breath near her ear. "Basketball and..." He paused.
"And?" She turned her head to look at him and gasped as she realized how close their mouths were. If she moved one more inch towards him, they'd kiss.
His gaze fell to her lips, stayed there for a few seconds before he looked back up into her eyes. He'd probably give anything to know how she tasted. Her lips were pink and full... almost pouty even.
"Mayank?"
"Sex." He blurted out. He was thinking about it and he realized that he actually wanted her. He'd met her just yesterday but he wanted her. The only flaw was that he didn't go after girls - they came after him and Miss Madhav didn't look like a girl who'd go after a boy.
He watched her flinch and pull back unconsciously and he figured that he was right. She'd probably not even had her first kiss yet.
"I... Um..." She fidgeted in her seat.
"Relax, I'm just kidding." He sent her a lopsided grin. "You look very flustered all of a sudden."
"Sarita." Raj called.
"Yes?" She jumped to her feet immediately and made her way to the stage.
"Let's take it from the top." He told her. "Hey dude." He waved at Vikrant. "I'm surprised to see you here."
"I'm leaving." Vikrant rose to his feet. "Will you be up for a game later?"
"You know I am." Raj said.
Vikrant gave a curt nod and left. He knew he shouldn't have told her that, but it had been exactly what he'd been thinking and he just blurted it out. He didn't think that she'd be repulsed by that. He frowned as Kalyani's question last night filtered through his mind.
"Have you ever tried lying?"
He'd tried it once... when he was ten years old. He'd broken one of his cousin's many trophies and lied against Kalyani. He'd gotten away with it at that time but immediately he got to his room, he'd been so nauseated by the thought that he'd puked his guts out before he could make it to the bathroom.
Kalyani had caught him in the act, figured out the truth and yelled at him and then she told him a truth that he'd never forgiven her for. After that day, he vowed never to tell lies and he'd kept to it.
Sarita stood by her locker, deep in thought, staring at the picture of Rajveer that she'd pasted on the door of her locker and didn't notice Vikrant standing behind her. "Boo!" He yelled in her ear. "Goddess!" She jumped and slammed her locker door shut in fright, only for it to catch her pinky finger and she yelped. "I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Let me see." He took her hand in his to examine it. Her finger was red and it was bleeding from the cut she'd sustained. "It's... It's fine." She muttered and withdrew her hand. "Don't be silly." He chided and took her hand again, firmly this time in his. "I know it hurts like a bitch so it's not fine." Then he surprised her by putting her finger in his mouth. Sarita gasped and with wide eyes, looked around and saw students staring at her then at Vikrant in horror. "What... What are you doing, Mayank?" She whispered, tugging at her hand. "Stop." Vikrant didn't release her hand until he wanted to and even then, he still held on a lit
He shouldn't want to be with her every time but he couldn't help himself. He knew she probably had a crush on his best friend but he didn't want to care. Girls only wanted two things from him; money and sex and he was tired of being seen as a walking dollar sign. He wanted something different and Sarita was different. Sarita was a fast learner as she immediately played the tune he'd taught her not even a minute ago and got it right. She smiled big at him after she was done and he fought the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her. "You're so fucked, Suryavanshi." He thought grimly. "About the concert thing... you're not lying to me, are you, Mayank?" She asked. "I mean..." "I don't lie." He cut her off. "I'd show it to you but the pictures are on my laptop. I lost my phone at that same concert but I was able to get everything back." "And the only way to see these pictures is... how exactly?" "Will you be at my party this Saturday? I could show you." He said. "I don't like
A knock on Vikrant's bedroom door brought him out of his reverie and he got out of bed, padded barefoot to the door and opened it."Hey son." It was his father."Hey dad." He left the door open and walked back into the room. "When did you get back?""A little while ago." Rohan Suryavanshi had named his son after him and not to confuse anyone else about the names, decided to use his middle name which was Rohan after his son was born. "How are you?"Vikrant plopped down on the sofa in front of his bed with a sigh. "I'm fine dad.""Are you really?" Rohan arched a brow as he settled down on the wingback chair facing the floor to ceiling window."To be honest, I don't know." Vikrant replied. "I'm bored out of my mind and I have a thousand and one things on my mind.""Like what? It helps to talk about whatever is on your mind." His father offered."I'm sure you have something more important to do than listen to me talk.""Son...""I am not accusing you of anything dad." Vikrant was quick to
"It's Mayank's birthday today?" Sarita asked Kalyani as they passed by Vikrant's locker and saw the gifts piled up in front of the door."Tomorrow." Kaly replied. She stopped in front of the pile, took out a brown envelope from her backpack, opened it and pulled out a blown up picture. "Hey guys!" She called the attention of the students."What are you doing?" Sarita questioned."This is me saying a happy happy birthday to my dear cousin Vikrant Suryavanshi!" She turned then proceeded to paste the blown up picture on his locker door."Oh my gosh!" Girls screamed when they saw what it was. It was a baby picture of Vikrant being bathed by Kalyani's mother and he was making funny faces at her. He couldn't have been more than two or three years old.Sarita was pushed around as the students tried to get closer to the picture but Kalyani warded them off. She wanted Vikrant to see this and know that, although her revenge was childish but she got it anyway."He's going to be raving mad once h
"So, you're not having a random party this time." Sarita said. "It's your birthday tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me?"Vikrant shrugged. "It didn't come up in our conversations.""You invited me to it but you didn't say it was your birthday." She said in an accusing tone. "I don't think I have the time to get you a present now.""Your presence at my party would be a better present." He said."Are you always this smooth, Mr Suryavanshi?" She teased.Vikrant laughed. "Is it working?""You'll have to be more convincing than that." Sarita grinned."You'll be at my party tomorrow." He told her."Overconfident?" She arched her brow."Not really." He said. "But it's something I know. Here we are." He stopped in front of room 202."Mrs Newton will be so mad." Sarita muttered as she peered into the class through the glass. "She hates tardy students.""I'll talk to her." He knocked on the door before Sarita could stop him and opened the door.Twenty something pairs of eyes turned to look at him
"Why didn't you tell me Vikrant Suryavanshi invited you to his party?" Jevan asked Sarita as they ate breakfast."Um... I'm not going." Sarita said. "It's movie night today.""You can go." Jevan sighed. He'd given his word and he couldn't back out now."Really?" Sarita was surprised. "Can I go?""Yes. But you must be back by 10pm." Jevan told her. "Not even five minutes after 10.""Okay! thank you papa." Sarita beamed. "How did you know?""Mr Suryavanshi almost begged me to let you attend the party. He probably didn't want his son to be sad on his birthday." Jevan shook his head. "I had to put him out of his misery.""Yes, I've heard that he'd do anything to make his son happy." Priya spoke up. "Is it true he broke his engagement with Priyanka Arora?""Yes. His son didn't like her for him so they broke up." Jevan replied.Vikrant Mayank Suryavanshi was, who you'd call daddy's boy or better yet a son after his father's heart. He'd grown up without his biological mother and had lived wi
Sarita became nervous as Michael drove up the driveway to Vikrant's house. It was a gorgeous estate and she couldn't begin to say where it started or ended. Expensive cars lined up in front of them in a queue as their owners alighted from them, threw the keys to the valets and made their way up the stairs and into the house through the open doors.It was Michael's turn finally so he alighted, threw his keys to the valet and went to help Kaly out of the car while another opened the back door for Sarita. Samishka had decided to leave on her own because she wanted to pick up two of her friends but Sarita didn't know if she'd arrived.Sarita felt like a fraud dressed in her designer outfit and gorgeous boots. Kaly had done makeup for her even though she'd originally declined but after she saw herself in the mirror, she appreciated how she turned out. Her lips were painted blood red and instead of the purple off shoulder top, she'd donned a red one to match her lipstick."Don't fuss." Kal
Vikrant laughed again because he couldn't help himself. While that sentence had created a certain image in his head, he couldn't help but wish it would come true."I swear, that's what it sounded like to me." He told her."I didn't mean it like that." She pouted."Fine." Vikrant gave up and bit the inside of his cheek. It wouldn't do any good to upset her by laughing at her. She huffed and folded her arms. "I'm glad I can entertain you, Mr Suryavanshi." She grumbled."Call me Mayank. Mr Suryavanshi is my father." He told her."I'm way too upset to call you that right now." She turned and marched out of the boathouse.Vikrant followed her but he was quick enough to step around her and block her path so she couldn't go any further. He tugged his earlobes and with a puppy dog look on his face, pleaded with her to forgive him."I'm sorry oppa. Forgive me?"Sarita laughed. "I'm not a guy, Mayank. Oppa is for a boy or man. That should be noona." She informed him and nodded. "Indeed it shou