“I am telling you, I am never going to date anyone in my life. It just sucks in the worst way. Have you seen Veer crying for his girlfriend? Like damn. I would rather stay single than date. Or maybe date my bike.” Parth speaks, he is busy cleaning his bike. His bike is his first love. Not my words.

After the most dramatic breakup they had with his girlfriends a week or possibly two ago on the same day they cried while they were drunk and took an oath that now they will stay single until their last breath which, I assume, is a lie.

Parth Singhania, is an Indian like me. He has a muscular body, broad shoulders. He is 6’2” and loves to ride bikes like I love cars. He is the same age as me and is doing his masters in I don't know what subject.

While Veer Mathur is another crazy bikeaholic human, he is 6 '3'' tall and rides bikes as if he has extra lives in his pocket.

“You drive the same way man.” Another voice from inside me says and I blinked my eyes.

Never mind, Parth, Veer and I are best friends or more like diaper friends, and we did bachelors from the same university, and now we are doing masters too. Being born in a rich family has always cleared our path, we are already set to inherit our family business. My father and Veer’s father are in the election and once I am done clearing the task here I will finally be able to live the way I want. I still decided not to keep things private, at least not from my friends, which is why they know why I am in London Central University doing shit by studying again.

Parth grabbed my glasses and removed them. “What the fuck, man, I am talking about a serious matter, and you are busy in your world.”

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” I asked, and he instantly covered his chest with his hand dramatically making me roll my eyes. “Bhai samajhta hu bachpan mei hum chaddi buddi the but iska matlab yeh nahi ki mei tujhme interested hunga. Man, I am not into boys.”

(Bro I understand we are diaper friends but that doesn't mean I am interested in you.”

“God save me from you. Veer jaldi aa ja saale.” I signed and Parth laughed.

“Why? What happened to your room?”

“My roommate often brings his girlfriend and..you know right.” He makes a disgusted face shaking his head and cursing. “This young generation is crazy, how are you even surviving brother? We already did bachelor in business and here you are doing masters along with another bachelor degree. Hats off to you.” I pulled out my phone after it vibrated in my pocket and saw a text from my mother.

Maa:

Don't forget to have healthy food. I miss you and I love you. *sunshine* *red heart*

Me:

Sure maa, take care.

“So can I stay?” I asked lifting my face to look at him. “Sure man, you don't even have to ask.” I smiled and stood up from the chair. “Alright then I will meet you in two hours.”

“Where are you going?” He asked and I raised my eyebrow. Tugging my hands into the pocket of my baggy jeans, I say. “A ride probably?”

“Want me to join? We can have a run..the loser will buy drinks?” I slide my eyes from him to his half unboxed bike, yep, Parth never lets anyone touch his bike. He gives it a wash. Parth followed my gaze and nodded before picking up a screwdriver. “Maybe next time I have got to fix this up.”

“Works for me, enjoy.”

✯

The wheels of my car came to half the moment my eyes fell on the club, and I relived the incident from two days ago. The day she kissed me. “Crazy woman,” Pulling out my phone, I opened the gallery and looked at the photo she clicked that day. My hand on her thighs, god knows why my cock gets energetic because of the view and gets hard as if it's seeing a woman for the time. “Shut up and sleep man, she is not our type.”

I threw my phone inside my pocket and slid into the gear before my car rolled down the highway. Humming the song I changed the gear and ran into the street of London overtaking another vehicle. Life's no fun until you don't feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins. Adrenaline makes you feel alive.

My eyes fell on the empty property and gosh it's the second time I have been reminded of that crazy Russian. Her lips are occupying my brain, she is like a deadly virus which has captured my brain and taken over my system as if it's her. Damn I did find her attractive the day I saw her for two seconds before I removed my gaze from her the day I secured the first position, and she came to pull out a fight and ever since that I made sure to top, so she would come to me.

Messing with her was fun, irritating her was fun…I never felt attracted to her like I do now after that fucking kiss. Parking my car in the empty plot, I look outside, it's dark, and I need to go to Parth’s room to sleep.

“Hold me like I belong to you. Only you and if someone puts a hand on me, the fire inside you can burn them. Go ahead..hold me.”

What should I do? That was your challenge, right, Varya? And yes, I will hold you like I own you, and if someone touches you I might burn them too, I can do that.

✯

A knock on my window woke me up, and I looked at the person with half shut eyes. Her hair is tied into a high ponytail and her shirt is undone, giving a view of her collarbone and her cleavage. “Fuck.” I whisper. Am I dreaming? Or is she really here, and when did I fall asleep? “It's fun right? Motherfucker always got his minions looking for me? Don't fucking tell me it's you. I am going to ruin that cockroach face of yours.” I saw her grab the handle, pulling it, but it didn't open. Of course, it won't because it’s locked, but let me just look at her.

“Do that but remember an asshole like you have lost me, but I still have a lot to gain and—you fucking don't deserve me. The nail extensions I pay for are more expensive than the bills you pay at clubs.” I brush my index finger on the bridge of my nose and continue staring at her.

“Subh subah pii ke aai hai kya?”

(Is she drunk?)

“Stop stalking me like a jerk. It's not even hot. You cockroach.” Wait, does she remember that she kissed me? Naah, I don't think so because varya isn't pretty good with drinks, I have seen her twice getting drunk and getting blessed with the memory of a goldfish, so nope. A laugh slipped my mouth the moment I saw her flipping a middle finger.

And like the black butterfly that would come into my garden to suck on flower nectar and fly immediately, I saw her running away. “Your carefree actions will cause trouble for you, butterfly, so provoke me as much as you wish. You probably won't like the consequences. I will be worse than anything and I won't let you get away so easily, so don’t grab everyone’s attention except mine”.

Ming stares at me like he will kill me here, but that doesn't scare me anymore. “I said I will make your life a living hell.” A chuckle left my mouth as I ran my fingers in my blonde hair. “ублюдок.”

(Motherfucker)

I saw a muscle movement in his jaws as he says. “If you have guts, say that in English.”

“Motherfucker.” His sudden grip on my shoulders makes me pin to the wall behind as he leans towards me and smiles. “Shut up, you are going to act like a good girl.” Ming yelled, and a chuckle left my mouth. “Are you begging or manhandling me?” I speak, lifting my hands, so I put them on his chest to forbid him from getting close to me.

“What does it sound like?” He asked.

“Begging. It wasn't manhandling..baby boy.” I expected him to yell at me, but to my surprise he removed his hands from me before taking a few steps back and letting go of an exhalation.

My fist uncurls and I breathe out through my nose, making sure to keep my expression neutral. Ming runs his fingers into his hair, looking away from me. “I am done, so—” I was cut off when Ming grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the wall.

“I don't fucking care, you and your attitude will be my slave and if you don't, I will ruin you, so get on your knees and suck me now.” My heart beats because of the sudden adrenaline because Ming looked mad, and I have read enough articles online to understand the human brain.

Currently, Ming is out of his mind. “And why do you expect me to be your slave? Go and beg your girlfriend to act like your slave and suck your short thin dick, I have better work.” My patience was getting out of control, all I wanted to do was to smash his head and trust me if he doesn't stop talking I better smash his head.

If he gets admitted to the hospital, I bet Dad will get me out of the mess. Just a girl.

He left my shoulder pulling out his phone and aggressively looking into it before flashing his phone in front of me. “I believe you might change your decision.”

My eyes widen and soon my throat gets dry as if I haven't drank water in eternity. Sweat tickled in my forehead and my heartbeat felt as if I came from a long run. The video plays right in front of me shattering the castle I built from my lies.

How? No–no.

“Your past and your true face, I know it all—Varya, so come on, let's not play like you are the most beautiful and respectful woman when you are not one.” I was about to grab the phone when he tugged it back into his pocket.

“You think that will scare me? Heck no. You are wasting your time.” I said boldly making sure my voice doesn't sound like I am freaking from inside and that I want to cry.

“Oh! Well, let me post it on our website then. Your friends, your non-existing fake boyfriend.. Everyone will enjoy it. No one will ever look at you like they do right now, Varya.”

“You—-are not doing that.” I hate myself at this point for sounding so weak. You didn't sacrifice everything to sound so fucking weak varya.

But I also don't have any options. I am fucking trapped in my own nightmare and I also know he is going to use this against me.

“I know my girlfriend means you- are a smart woman and must be thinking of deleting this, but you have no idea that I have a lot of places where I have saved a copy so don't worry about it now—” He takes a step closer before he says. “Suck me.” I looked at him, tears building in my eyes but calm down, you can think of something right?

I gulped then looked back only to realize that if I push him, he can easily die from this height and even if he won't die I bet I can ruin his life to a point where he won't be able to lift his fingers.

Woah, I am literally planning a murder right now because I don't even feel anything just by thinking of giving him a blowjob.

A sudden jerk made me land on my knees. The jerk was so harsh that I could have easily hurt my knees if I wasn't wearing jeans. “Open your mouth.” He commanded.

“You will pay for this.” I whispered, and he heard because that fucking smirk said it all. Ming can blackmail me into his shit until and unless I don't get my hands on every copy of this video and once I am done, I will make sure he is also admitted in some luxury hospital bed with numerous pipes across his body. That's a fucking promise to myself.

You cannot break me, Ming. Only I can break myself.

“Right now you should pay the debt before I post this video on our website.” He said and started undoing his belt while I began to think of a way to escape. Please, Hannah come here soon or my friends? Or anyone.. Please, please, please.

I don't want to waste myself on someone I am not even interested in.

“Hey, Varya.” A voice reached our ears before it echoed in the hallways. I don't know why, but this voice sounds so heavenly right now. Thank you, Universe. I love you.

My eyes automatically find the owner of the voice and my mouth parts before our eyes meet. Vedang looks at me with his eyes before fixing his glasses. He is wearing baggy jeans, an oversized full sleeve t-shirt and is holding a pile of books in his hand, and has a black bag hanging across his shoulder.

Universe is making fun of me. First Ming and now him.

What the fuck he saw me on my knees and on top of that, this man is not even on the list of last person I could expect here—at least to save me.

“Get up.” He spoke before moving his gaze from me to his books. “Hey nerdy, get away before I break your jaw.” Ming yelled.

“Professor Malhotra said that if you don't show up in the next two minutes, he will make sure you don't get to sit in your exams.” My eyes widen, and even though I don't like that grumpy professor a bit, I simply can't risk my life. “But we don't have his lecture right now.”

“He wants to meet you in his office.” I quickly stood up, dusting off the dust stuck on my knees and quickly grabbed my bag before looking after Ming who was looking at me angrily. “I will talk to you later.” I said and quickly walked away from him before the cockroach would open his mouth.

I really need to do something or talk to someone who can help me. I passed by another hallway walk-in straight to the elevator when a few footsteps caught my attention. Is that cockroach coming back? I whirled around and a sigh of relief left my mouth.

“I lied.” Vedang spoke before pressing the button and flipped the first page of the book he was holding.

“Excuse me?” I say, my eyes slightly narrowed.

“I lied about the professor.” I blinked my eyes multiple times because woah, come on, who thought he would save me.

“Why?”

“Of course to help you?” A chuckle left my mouth as I fixed my hair and then turned to face him. My hands held across my chest as I spoke. “Expecting help from you would be the last thing.”

He keeps on staring at me before fixing his glasses and sliding his eyes back to his books. “A thank you can work.” I chuckled at his words, then took a step closer to him, lifting my head, so I could look into his innocent face.

“Thankyou…even though I dislike you a lot, I can't bear you because you have already made things difficult for me, but still a thank you.” He looked around, probably either checking a way to run away from me and hide somewhere or expecting someone to be here.

“You seriously need something.” Vedang says, and for some reason I don't like this attitude of his. During the initial days he used to keep his mouth shut and his gaze on the floor but even since he started acing the exams, and would challenge me to pull him back gave him voice.

Note: he used to challenge me via eyes, not his tongue.

I did pull him back into second position once and then showed off my skills of being the happiest person, but then bomb—I still remember his words from two months ago. “You topped the exam because I intentionally marked the wrong answer. Key word: intentionally.”

Even since then we have been rivals, no matter I haven't heard him talk a hundred words with anyone, but motherfucker has a voice, and he uses it on me. I do everything to annoy the shit out of him like, but he stays rigid.

“What?” I say, but he continued flipping through the pages when a ding was heard and the door of the elevator opened. I stepped inside, expecting him to hop in when a voice reached from behind.

“You nerdy, feet away from my girl.” Vedang paused, turning his heel to look at an angry Ming. My hold on my backpack goes tighter. “Hey! I know book girls are delusional, but since when did you start imagining things? Remember, we were never dating and two: you have a new girlfriend..so go stick to her ass.” Likewise, I suggested that he stick to her girlfriend. I also made up my mind to stick to my bold ass because no matter if he is blackmailing me, I simply can't let my guards down.

“Let's have a conversation nerdy since you interrupted her and my dear future girlfriend, go and talk to the professor.” I rolled my eyes stepping out of the elevator and walked towards the nerd who saved me, and now it's my turn to return the favor.

“Ming babe, You know how much I dislike him, so let me help you with this. I am taking this nerdy with me.” With that, I grabbed Vedang’s arm and dragged him along with me before stepping into the elevator.

Just before the doors would close I heard Ming say. “Varya, meet me when you are done and nerdy I’ll meet you the moment she is done.” The door closed shut, and I let go off a sign. Moving my gaze to the man beside me, I saw him reading his book as if nothing happened..or Ming didn't just give him a threat.

“Are you even scared of Ming?”

“A no can do. Well, thank you.” I dropped my bag on the ground, keeping my hands across my hips and said. “It's even now. You saved me, I return the favor now—you carry my bag.” He lowered his gaze, looking at my bag before looking at me.

“Sure.”