Chapter 3

Shraddha Kapoor

Something stirs inside deep down my belly...as the guy's tongue continues to assault my mouth. I gasp for breath and push him away with all my strength...only then I take note of his face for the first time.

My heart leaps in my mouth as it occurs to me that the person to give me my first wild kiss is none other than

VARUN DHAWAN!!!!

He has satisfied smirk on his face which quickly replaces by horror as his eyes falls on someone behind my back. 

I turn around to see equally horrified Sonam Kapoor standing behind me..as photographers continue to click us.

I'm jittery by all the attention and continued flashes falling on my eyes. I cover my face with my hand and sprint from the spot.

Some journalist follow my lead and run behind me...I hear them firing questions at me

"How long have you known Varun Dhawan?"

"Are you guys dating?"

"Is that why Varun split up with Sonam?"

"Are you his hidden girlfriend?"

I stumble on some idle lying rock but quickly recover as I climb into auto and yell at the driver to start the engine.

As I get away I feel something odd about my feet. I look down and realise I'm missing one of the heels.

Damn! I slam hand on my forehead in frustration. Also I haven't washed my face and the makeup is still on along with the flowing gown...which I don't need to worry much about right now as I can return it to the studio tomorrow. 

But what am I going to do about the shoe?

I contemplate of going back to find the same but all the media would still be there also I don't clearly remember where I lost it.

Geez! What the hell just happened with me?

What was Varun even thinking?

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Varun Dhawan

"What where you thinking, Varun?"

Karan snarls at me and I duck my head lower, I might as well hide under his desk "You kiss some random girl in front of whole freaking media to prove what? Your maardangi?" he is furious and I don't blame him.

I did most stupidest thing that I can ever think of doing. But I wasn't in right mind last night as my anger had overtaken all my other senses.

When I had reached there reporters swarmed me with most insulting questions any guy can face..

'What do you have to say about Sonam Kapoor calling you a kid in bed?'

'She claimed that you weren't man enough for her..is that true?"

I could see my hands on that reporter's neck strangling him to death but I controlled myself enough to utter "I'll show you how much of that is true...just wait here"

I had seen Sonam entering the washroom and I was sure as hell it was her when I dragged her out but I should have known better when I kissed her.

That kiss sure felt different...I have kissed many girls in my life (I'm not taking any pride in the fact that girls fall over me all the time) But when I kissed that girl, whoever she was, I got lost in spur of moment...never before I wanted a kiss to last forever..and when I did reluctantly let her go that I realised what blunder I had created.

"I was caught off guard Karan. I really thought it was Sonam whom I was kissing" I say making innocent puppy face.

"So even if it was Sonam, you think it was okay to kiss her like that in front of whole bunch of people?" Karan raises his brow.

"I'm sorry I just don't know what to do"

"That is why you have to listen to me" He tells me and I nod obediently.

"I screwed up Karan, I've screwed up big time. My phone hasn't stopped ringing since last night. I'm even ashamed to go back home. My Dad..how the hell I'm supposed to face him?" I had managed to get out of house unnoticed this morning. 

"Ah! You should have thought of that before acting so whimsically" He remarks with satisfaction.

"Karan you are not helping" I cry out in desperation.

"I'll always help you, love"

I shift a bit uncomfortably in my chair when he calls me love but it's okay if it's Karan..he does genuinely love people he care about.

"Get me out of this shit!" I beg him.

I see him smiling and I look up hopefully "What?" I probe when he just keeps tapping his fingers on table testing my patience.

"Who was that girl?" he asks carefully.

"How would I know? I didn't even caught glimpse of her face as she ran away" I sound like I'm upset about it..but wait why are we talking about her?

"What about her?" I ask uneasily as his sly smile grows on his face.

"We will have to find her" he decides.

"How?" I reply too quickly then rephrase my question "Why?"

"'Why' I'll tell you about that later on as for your another question 'how'"

He stops speaking as he reaches for the drawer and pulls out cellophane wrapped high heeled shoe. He places the shoe on table for better view.

I just stare at the shoe dumbly and back at Karan, a sly fox that he is, his face lits up with tricky smile that gives me vibes about his not so good intentions.

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