Me and Sanjana sat in the living room along with 12 ladies.
"She looks beautiful", "Aww young love", "made for each other", I heard ladies murmuring among themselves. Sanjana sat beside me awkwardly smiling at them.
I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable with this stupid kitty party. I slowly leaned in and asked if she was okay and wanted to leave. She assured that, she is comfortable.
"Hello everyone, so there are lot of things to do here. I brought a lot of different items for you. DYI's, painting, drawing, needling, crocheting, many different items with which you can create patterns, can design jwelery, fashion design for small dolls, clay sculpting, scrapbook etc. Every one will be given 90 minutes and you have to make something creative out of these things. Then we will take votes and the winner will win something surprising", said Mrs. Singhania making me burn with anger.
She used to not even spare 5 minutes to me but here she is spending time with these people for hours. Wow hypocrisy at its best Mrs.Singhania!!!!
"Can me and Aksh participate as one? Like a team?", asked Sanjana softly. "Sure, why not", Mrs. Singhania encouraged her.
"Okay then your time starts now", once they said this Sanjana took my hand and led me towards the table where all the items are placed.
"Akshu we will paint if that's okay?", she asked and I nodded not wanting to talk much with the people around me. Sanjana understood my discomfort among the crowded room and did not push me further.
She started painting and I assisted her now and then. I can paint, draw, sing and do pottery but I did not take them seriously as I like music. After sometime I got bored of assisting her and started to sculpt with clay.
I was so engrossed in making it that I forgot the track of time. "Okay stop. 90 minutes is up. Come on submit your works please", Mrs. Singhania said.
I showed my sculpture to Sanjana and she blushed looking at it. "This is for you baby", I slowly whispered into her ear. I am not gonna submit my work as I want to give this to Sanjana.

I did not see Sanjana's painting yet but she concealed the painting from me taking it to submit. I frowned as she did not show me her work.
"Wow its so beautiful", "yeah, you can paint this good?", "oh my god such a wonderful painting", "aw www that's so sweet of you doll", I heard appreciations pouring in for Sanjana's painting making me curious.
I went towards her and saw the painting making me still. I FUCKING HATE IT with passion.

I want to storm out from here but I can't leave Sanjana alone. Fucking hell!!
"This is so beautiful", Mrs. Singhania said appreciating Sanjana.
"Okay I think everyone collectively agreed that you like the painting so the winner would be Miss. Sanjana", Mrs. Singhania announced earning a cheers from the ladies.
"What do you want as a gift?", asked ladies. "I did not think about it yet. I will ask you once I decide about it", Sanjana replied looking at Mrs.Singhania and she nodded.
"Okay guys, time for snacks!!!", Nisha aunty said making all of us sit. I was still raging due to the painting and want to tear it off.
Mrs.Singhania started serving snacks to everyone. Once it was my turn and as she was about to hand the plate to me, Sanjana swatted the plate off of Mrs.Singhania's hand earning loud gasps from the ladies.
"Heyyy, what happened? You should not waste the food that way Sanjana and that too when I was serving it to my son", exclaimed Mrs.Singhania with anger. As I was about to lash out at my so called mother, Sanjana held my hand squeezing it in a warning.
"I am sorry aunty but Aksh has an allergic reaction to peanuts. Even if he comes in contact with them, we would have rushed him to the hospital by now", said Sanjana apologizing to Mrs.Singhania.
I Fucking feel soo great right now!!!! My own fucking mother don't know about my allergy that too being a doctor. Wow!!!
I took Sanjana's hand and stormed out from there. I took her straight to the car and started driving. Sanjana tried to talk to me but I ignored her.
She knows my strained relationship with my parents due to my way of addressing them and I also heard Jay telling her about my dynamics with my parents. Even after knowing that, she had especially made a painting portraying mother's love and submitted it to Mrs.Singhania.
We reached the house and I immediately took off to our room not looking at her.
She tried to talk to me multiple times but I was still fuming about the painting. It felt like a mockery to me rubbing in my face that I don't have that kind of mother's love. I was displeased with her.
After trying to talk to me multiple times she gave up and I started working to divert my mind.
Sanjana's POV:
I was trying to talk to him for more than 2 hours and that stubborn guy is not even listening to me.
I got an idea and wanted to implement it. I called Akshath's driver to pick up the bag from my dorm and called Tara to pack all my sexy outfits which are just there in my closet. The clothes i did not even wear.
Yes, that's a genius plan!! He will definitely talk to me right now.
"I am going out, you are not talking to me any way. Now see if this dress is good enough?", I asked him innocently.
Akshath's POV:
I looked up and my jaw dropped to the floor looking at her wearing such kind of dress and she wants to go out wearing that?

I stayed silent getting more and more agitated.
"I think you did not like this. Wait I will change and come back with another dress", she said and went inside.
"How about this?", she asked wearing a white dress in which half her boobs are spilling out. Fucking shit! Why the fuck would she go out wearing this.

"I think you don't like this as well. Wait I have another one", she said going inside the closet once again.
From where did she get this stash of clothes? And why the fuck is she having these kind of outfits in first place?
Then she came in wearing another dress which literally made my heart jump out.

"I think you like this. I loved it too you know", she said making my eyes pop out. Fucking shit, my cock sprung to life looking at her body.
"Okay, my cab got booked just now. I will be going and probably coming back later or may be tomorrow?", she said and started going downstairs.
Is she really going to go out wearing that or is she not?
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