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13. Clubbing PTSD

Vihaan removed his phone from his pocket and opened his instagram handle.

"What's your instagram i'd?" He asked her. Aarchi told him her I'd leaving the guy to find her.

"I've requested to follow you, accept it" He said showing her his phone.

"I'm driving" She looked at him and then at the road.

"So? You can use phone with the other hand" He looked at her shocked that she followed all the rules.

"You are one of the most annoying creature I've met. Pass me my phone from the clutch" She said. Vihaan held her purse and looked at her for permission.

"Yes you can open my purse Mr. Gentleman" She said shaking her head while smiling. Vihaan removed her phone and passed it to her. She unlocked the phone using facial recognition and opened instagram with one hand, focusing both on the road and on the phone simultaneously.

"I've accepted and requested to follow you back" She said returning him the phone so he can place it back in the purse. Vihaan accepted her request and started stalking her account.

"Dude you girls are so cringe" Vihaan said stalking Aarchi's instagram account.

"What do you mean?" Aarchi asked looking in the rear mirror as she changed the driving lanes.

"SLAYYYY GURLL, the fuck is that?" Vihaan said shoving his phone to her face. She pushed it back slightly to read.

"Ohh this, what's wrong with it?" She asked confused.

"Why do you girls keep hyping up each other so much? You legit comment the same thing on each girl's post and she does the same" He said making faces as he read the comments.

"Because we see each other's potential and know that since you men don't do it, someone has to keep their confidence up" Aarchi glared at him for making faces.

"None of the guys do that. Look your brother commented "Did you buy the tux or rent it?" That's Avi's comment, scroll down, you'll see Arya's comment on it too" He opened his instagram account and showed her his latest post.

"Where did you rent it from? That's your brother's comment. It keeps getting worse, scroll. "Probably from the uncle who lived behind the school wali gali" Manav's comment. Next we have is Raj "The uncle who took advantage of guys in the name of tailoring? That one?" He kept a freaking laughing emoji too and everyone also reacted to that" Vihaan looked at his picture and the comments and wondered what had gone wrong in his life that he decided to be friends with such people.

"Eww, is there really an uncle who molests boys? You guys should have taken some serious action against him. Those poor boys must be so traumatized" Aarchi's mind went completely off-track making Vihaan palm his forehead.

"No Ari. It is a joke from Friends sitcom. Nothing such in reality. We are just pulling each other's leg" He explained to her.

"You guys shouldn't joke about such things" She pouted taking a turn on to her side. Vihaan rolled his eyes and soon they reach the destination. Aarchi stepped down from the car and stood beside Vihaan and looked at their destination.

"Suniye suniye" Aarchi held his hand and stopped him, looking around nervously.

"What happened?" He looked at her worriedly.

"Clubbing isn't really my scene" She said looking behind him to the club he had brought her to.

"Huh?" He looked at her confused.

"I don't think I am comfortable going to a club. I just don't feel like it's my thing" She explained to him, withdrawing her hand from his wrist.

"You've never been to a club?" He asked shocked to which she refused.

"I promise to be by your side the whole time but if you feel that you still don't want to go, we can return" He said looking deeply into her eyes. She stared at him and held the edge of his t-shirt.

"Nothing wrong will happen na?" She asked worriedly, tightening her hold on his t-shirt.

"Never until you have me" He said pushing her hair behind her ear. She thought for a few seconds and then nodded her head.

"Just please don't leave my side" She said taking a deep breathe. Vihaan smiled widely and held her hand in his.

"No chance" He pulled her with him to the club.

"Hey all" Vihaan held her hand safely as they approached his friends.

"Hii" Aarchi heard the chorus greet them back. She smiled at everyone as Vihaan hugged and exchanged pleasantries.

"Meet the Princess of Ranawats, Aarchi" He pulled her forward so she could meet them.

"That's Shreya, Lavanya, Rizwaan and Neel" Vihaan introduced his group to her.

"Where's Manav?" Rizwaan asked noticing his favorite guy was missing.

"He's coming with a friend" Vihaan replied as they all walked inside the club. Aarchi tugged at Vihaan's sleeve, pulling him slightly down so she could whisper in his ear.

"Manav bhaiya is also coming?" She asked with stars in her eyes. Vihaan nodded his head and looked at her confused.

"What has his presence done that you are so happy?"

"Nothing just feels good to see a familiar face" Aarchi said knowing that Divya would for sure be coming if Manav was coming.

"You are waiting for Divya?" Vihaan asked sensing the reason behind her excitement. Aarchi nodded her head happily. Everyone took a seat on the round red leather sofas which was exclusive to them for the night.

"Why is clubbing not your scene?" Vihaan asked whispering in her ear. Aarchi looked up at him and flushed, turning her gaze to her hands in her laps.

"Ohhh I so need to know what has made you so flustered at the mention of clubbing" He moved closer to her to tease her.

"Its not that serious, we can change the topic" She said blushing furiously.

"Nope, we are conversing on this one" He said looking at her with a smirk.

"Incase my brothers aren't making their point heard, I'll say, you are a B-category ke C-class annoying prick" She said fanning herself to stop the red hue on her cheeks from growing.

"Have been told worse. Let's get back to the story" He placed a hand behind her on the sofa and leaned onto it.

"Last time I'd been to a club, there were a few couples who were... gross. One couple right behind me was making out, not the okay-level makeout, the full-blown makeout that can turn into the actual act in any second. The guy was kissing her neck, his one hand was on her bosom and the other was under her dress and missy was actually moaning out loud. It was disgusting. I'm not against the idea of making out but gosh...find a room and let others dance" Aarchi's expressions turned from disgusting to anger within a span of seconds as she narrated the story to him.

"You know there was this other couple where the guy spanked the girl's butt as the beats dropped and...and, the girl she WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME as she moaned. Do you realize the PTSD I have with clubbing. That girl was providing me a show I didn't sign up for. Live porn is fine but live porn where you are pulled into the act is literal definition of trauma. That day was just not it! I changed the place I was dancing, same thing happened on the other side too, drunk people making out slash having sex as they hold you leverage. No thank you" She looked at him horrified as he placed his fingers over his mouth to stop himself from laughing out seeing her annoyance.

"You weren't god's favorite child that day I guess" He said rubbing his nose to hide his smile.

"God hated me that day." She shook her head trying to throw away those memories from her head.

"Let's go dance" Shreya pulled Aarchi up before Vihaan could say anything. Aarchi looked at Vihaan unsure of why she felt the need to look at him for permission. Vihaan smiled and stood up too.

"Let's set the dance floor on fire" Everyone walked to the dance floor and got lost in dancing. Vihaan kept the creeps away from Aarchi as she threw her hands in air and danced freely.ย 

Soon Manav and Divya joined them and the 4 girls; Divya, Shreya, Aarchi and Lavanya formed their small circle excluding the boys from entering and danced as they sang their heart out. Aarchi slowly slipped away from the group to grab a drink but before she could leave, Vihaan grabbed her hand and looked at her questioningly.

She leaned close to him as he bent down slightly.

"Thirsty" She shouted in his ear to make her voice heard over the loud club music. Vihaan nodded and followed her to the bar counter.

"One Blue Lagoon Mocktail" She asked the bartender and turned around to watch everyone dancing. Vihaan came and stood beside her and ordered a Manhattan.

"Never look away from the person making your drink. Self-preservation 101" Vihaan muttered as he watched the 2 bartenders make their drinks.

"I know" She looked up at him with a smile.

"What if they mixed alcohol in it?" Vihaan looked at her seriously.

"I'm not as innocent as you perceive me to be. I can recognize alcohol brands and their distinctive tastes. I don't drink because I don't like drinking but I do have lot of knowledge on it" She turned around and placed her hands on the counter while looking at him.

"So you've been a bad girl?" Vihaan leaned in closer to her and asked as his pupils dilated.

"Thin line between good and bad. I prefer to go with adventurous" Aarchi said with a wink and looked ahead as the bartender served her the drink. Vihaan stared at her as she thanked the bartender and pull the drink close to herself.

"Looks aesthetic no?" She asked smiling.

"Sure does" Vihaan replied looking at her take a sip of the drink. He watched the way her rose tinted lips closed around the straw. His eyes followed the movement of the drink as its made its way from her mouth down the throat.

"Sir?" The bartender broke Vihaan's trance, pulling him back to the reality.

ย He removed his phone to take a picture of his drink when Aarchi pushed back his hand.

"Enjoy the real that your camera won't be able to capture" She said with a smile and turned around with her drink to look at their friends. Vihaan obeyed her and pushed back his phone in his pocket and sipped on his drink and raised his eyebrows in appreciation.

"So, enjoying?" He turned to ask her but saw she looked somewhere completely shocked. For a second Vihaan felt as if her rosy skin matched the white dress she wore. He followed her gaze wondering what sucked out the life from her. He saw Gautam making out with the same girl he had seen in the photographs against a wall. He turned to look at Aarchi whose eyes turned misty looking at them.

Vihaan pulled her drink away and placed it on the counter and clicked his fingers in front of her eyes. She looked away shocked and gulped down the ball of tears that formed in her throat.

"I really thought I had moved on from him" She said looking back at Gautam hold the girl close to him. Aarchi turned her back towards them and looked down. Vihaan remained silent, allowing her to confront her emotions herself before he helped her navigate herself.

"It takes more than just a week to move on" Vihaan said as he continued glaring at the couple, angry that they snatched the happiness away from Aarchi's face for which he worked so much to see that glint of happiness in her eyes vanish in a moment, replaced with a dark curtain of hurt and pain. Aarchi nodded her head and held her drink tightly, finishing it quickly and moving back to her small circle to dance.


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