The music blew in air splitting fashion in the pub with riotous laughter, wild stomping of shoes, and screaming at high decibels. Smoke billowed with the DJ high on mixed cocktails, alcohol flowing at the bar, boys and girls gyrating to the tunes, shaking and moving as if a storm has erupted inside their bodies touching, passionate kissing and making out for hips never lie.
Hardik stormed to the bar not to ask for another Vodka shot but a glass of icy cold water. He gyrated like a mad man and feeling dehydrated after gulping alcohol in frustration, vowing not to take a peg for another hour. Slouched on the stairs facing the dance floor, he lit a smoke and staring at a female. He still couldn’t believe his eyes: “Fuck, is she into women now. Am I still fucking drunk?”
Geet was dancing close to another woman, making seductive moves, serenading her and waltzing like a famished tigress. Running her hand on the other female hair and moving close to almost feeling her, Hardik couldn’t preen his eyes suffering successive jolts that like a heart attack and incapacitating the brain. Two women pouting and lips smacking passionately. And it was Roma. Shock number two. It feels like vaccine after effects, headache, heartbeat and chilled fever. What the fuck? How does she know her? He ran towards them and moving like a sandwich between both girls. Simply not interested in a threesome, their eyes told him. They cuddled playfully.
Dejected, he slowly made few dance steps and pretended unaware not to lose face, ignoring other hot and single women at the bar who were smiling at him choosing to settle in a corner, dancing to and with himself. Two women hugging and cuddled pushed past the crowd in frenzy, swerving left and right and trotting aimlessly towards the bar. Geet pressed her palm on the bar and speech slurred telling her company, “No baby let me order the drinks. It’s only me and you who matter.” “She’s my babe,” Geet tells the handsome barman that would pass for a steroid version of Tiger Shroff on another day. “I want two Tequilla. We want to Tequilla.” The handsome bar buy first enamored by Geet and immediately developed cold feet at the sight of her caressing and stroking the lip of another woman with the latter sucking into her finger. “You taste yum,” Roma winked. Tiger Shroff turned into Bobby darling placed the alcohol on the table, “Sure Ma’am.”
Geet insisted, “Baby! Let me carry both glasses to the dance floor…no no I insist. You are mine tonight and only me, no he or she. I wanna make mad love to you.” Roma sheepishly says, “I have never said no to you babe. Both women traipsed clumsily. Geet pushes Hardik aside who was on their heels and simply couldn’t believe his eyes. “Is she the same woman I was making mad love to sometimes back? I feel like a man trapped into a woman’s body now looking at both of them. At least the consolation if they adopt me as sandwich and both devouring me to no end.”
He walked out of the pub feeling like a refugee in no man’s land and lit another cigarette. Dejected at the sight of two women ignoring him and making out unfazed, he made frantic calls to his friends who seemed to be ditching him tonight. At least, he would have got company and shoulders to sob but no those fuckers are conspiring against him. Hardik wanted to kick himself in the ass. “Why the fuck did I bake out this Roma story? No! This feels like some imaginary condom parachuting to hit me with volcanic force,” he muttered to himself.
He plodded his steps outside in the chilly weather and stormed back inside, seeing Geet and Roma slouched on couch with legs pressed on each other. “No!” Roma protested. “I want to make you drink the liquid. Open your mouth baby like a good girl,” she cuddled in a soft voice and caressing her curls.
Geet protected, “You are babe. You love me, na. Why are you being naughty? It’s my special love to you, the nectar tequila.” Roma protested by shoving the glass but Geet pinched her hand. Roma yelped in pain. In a swift movement, Geet poured the alcohol swirling past mouth and tongue. She smiled and quickly slipped away from her towards the bar. “Dude, one Whisky neat…chote chote peg. Don’t look at me like that. I ain’t lesbo.” The barman smiled back with an evil gaze into his eyes.
The music blared out with remix songs Aisa Jadoo dala re, Kajra re, Oye Garmi, Dil Chori Chori and I am a bad girl, I like Whisky…nashe mein ho jate mein Risky. Finally, Hardik’s gang joined late and was a sight watching Geet and Roma dancing, caressing and pulling each other’s close, letting hands away and almost flying to again pull tight to each other.
In the flick of moments, Roma erupted like thunder and started shouting as if possessed by the demon of Shakti Kapoor, “My boyfriend has left me. I am so sad.” She started dancing in front of a couple and yelled, “My boyfriend has ditched me. Will you go out with me? She won’t mind,” pointing at the girlfriend. Nothing would stop her. She moved to a group of guys: “But, I hate all of you guys. I am a lesbo for tonight. Do you hear me? It’s her,” flicking her finger towards Geet. We will have the stormiest of sex. Hope you don’t mind?” she asked Hardik. He was at a loss of words and during the entire night, his friend pulled him constantly and asking, “Are you ok?”
Hardik ignored both women and started dancing with his friends who were giving him strange and mocking stares, and eyes twirled at his situation. Geet and Roma were off Hardik’s head for some time but sensed something was missing after some time. They looked around and couldn’t see either of the women. “Must be making out in the toilet. Go Hardik and make a movie with your mobile. Your MMS chance to be rich and make them famous. Truly Love, Sex aur Dhokha,” Harshini tapped his shoulder. The entire group of boys and girls laughed.
There was something unusual with both girls disappearing suddenly with the boys and girls looking out for them. The girls went inside the girls’ washroom to ask some people but couldn’t find anything or anyone and the boys frantically searching outside, running and buzzing on the phone which felt like a sci-fi thriller playing inside a pub and outside over drinks and lesbian act. The dude scattered were like Angrezo ke zamane ke jailor with Hardik realized he was searching alone that felt like, ‘aadhe idhar jao aadhe udhar jao aur baaki hamare saath’. The search continued for some time and Hardik with friends couldn’t know where to find them running like mad past people, looking for intimate couple space, washrooms and parking outside.
A shadow in the dark washroom made Harshini and her two bodyguards Pranita and Falak yelp in pain. A woman’s eyes socket was pulling out and twirled at them like robot with body stuck on the wall almost tripping. The three women ran and saved her in time like in the good old Hindi movie from breaking her head on the floor. She was lying unconscious and inert in the arms of the three women. Harshini made desperate calls and berated the guys, “Listen, don’t give a fuck guys, just storm inside the ladies’ washroom.” Three men stood icy cold staring at the women and the half-unconscious one, breathing at short intervals, and lying in an alcohol coma. Hardik slowly approached her and a liquid spattered on his face straight from Geet’s mouth.