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The Art of Telling the Truth with Lies--Part 4
the smirk on his face, Riddhima realized her mouth was slightly parted.
Averting her gaze, she focused on the surprised faces of the twins.
her hand, "Guys!! I want answers. If this isn't your house then why—Whoa."
and Miles had hooked their arms through hers and began dragging her to a
corner. "What are you talking about?"
out of their hold, Riddhima snapped "What am I talking about? You guys
have been talking mandarin for all I know. I just asked a simple ques—"
why?" Eli gritted out through his teeth, "Why? Why questions?"
joined in, "You're not supposed to ask question. I told Stephanie that it was
his birthday and we needed a girl for the night. We asked that she should be a
little you know…naughty and a blond but a brunette will do. The librarian
get-up is working for you. And you did all of that except you showed up at the
stood in a trance as the information slowly processed through her brain. "Hey
Eli, I think she hit her head or something. Let me explain it to her. Look
babe, you are a stripper…And today it's that guy's birthday and he is your
client for the night. This is a golden opportunity and after this you'll be
like the queen of strippers. Don't look so horrified, our friend is already miserable
enough for one night and you'll cheer him up on his most special day. He's a
really cool guy so you won't have to worry about a single thing. You can leave
in the morning and you'll probably never see each other again. He loves
strippers. In fact I think he's gonna end up marrying one. Who knows maybe
it'll end up being you. Come on, babe, you got this!" Miles punched her lightly
on her arm while Eli offered a reassuring smile.
Stripper!!!"They think I'm
a stripper," Riddhima thought to herself, "Oh god, should I be flattered? But
why?" Absentmindedly, she looked down at herself. Black skirt, black jacket,
white collar shirt…nothing stripper like. Heck even her underwear had peter-pan
her throat nervously she asked, "Why-I mean how did you guys know that I
was…that it was-that it was me?"
by what you were wearing. I mean no one shows up at a party wearing these
clothes and we understood what Stephanie had in mind. You girls are real freaks
huh?" Riddhima looked at his face dropped in an all-too naughty smile.
her mind began to glue the specifics of the misunderstanding together, her gaze
wandered back to him. She had finally recognized him from the countless
magazines, posters and billboard signs that she had previously dismissed. He
was the embodiment of every girl's fantasy. Unlike her own homily features(or
as she thought), he was a delicious boy-candy. His tanned features consisted of
a strong jaw with a straight nose; under a set of thick brows nestled a pair of
midnight blue eyes. A little stubble on his face gave him a chiseled look which
was softened by the deep dents in his cheeks. His mouth should come with a
look-at-your-own-expense sign and the whole package was topped with an utterly
masculine and sculpted body for which for heart seemed to long for as it
sometimes did for ice-cream on a hot sunny day.
whole idea of being mistaken for a stripper was downright embarrassing,
idiotic, and perfect. Just a couple weeks ago Riddhima had been looking for an
XY candidate to donate a little something to her and now she had found the one.
He was gorgeous, seemed hygienic, and probably had the IQ of a premature chimp
just like every other football player. The opportunity was here and all she had
to do was act on it. He was the great Armaan Malik and she was just another
stripper in his eyes. He would forget this fling before he even opened his eyes
the next morning leaving Riddhima with a reason to live again.
smile formed on her lips and she suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline rush
through her veins.
a seductive flip of her hair, she began in a husky voice, "Well, you know us
right. Thanks for that little recap sweetie. Ignore that little case of
amnesia, I just got a lil som'n stuck in my brain. You know how it is right?"
The twins seemed a little shocked at the sudden change but recovered quickly as
they saw Armaan pouring himself another drink. Uh-oh.
So you know what to do right?" Eli asked with his hands clasped together.
Riddhima turned what she hoped would be a hurt-blond look on him. Seeing him
look apologetic she guessed it worked.
a sugary smile she said, "Well, thanks for your help boys and I'll take it from
here." She motioned towards the main door and the twins left giving her a
skeptical look. Riddhima turned back to the main hall. Taking a deep breath,
she began walking.
few minutes later
one of his legs hanging off the couch, a drink in his other hand and a silly
smile he made the perfect picture; yet, Riddhima was having trouble keeping her
hands from choking him. In the last five minutes, he had tried to kiss her at
least ten times, slapped her butt at least twice, and last but not least now he
was asking her to dance for HIM.
baby!" He yelled out again.
her eyes, "Why?"
set his drink down and got up. "Because you're a stripper and I wanna see you
dance." He sounded very much like a five year old who didn't get his favorite
flavor of ice-cream (if you haven't noticed I have a thing for ice-cream)
was no way she was going to dance— not for him or anyone else in the world. "But…But
we could do other stuff like…" Riddhima trailed off and watched his face for
any recognition that he got the hint.
a lazy stride, he slowly made his way towards her and stopped exactly a foot
away. His eyes were currently the color of the Caribbean sea…deep and beautiful
his tall frame, he stretched and Riddhima's throat dried up. With shoulders
arched back and a six pack on display, Armaan looked perfectly at ease while
Riddhima had hard time breathing while witnessing the rigid planes of his
chest. Riddhima felt a moan escape her throat and prayed to God(which did not
exist ofcourse) that he didn't hear it. Why was she behaving like a teenager
about to get her first kiss? Maybe because she was.
his highness displaying his gloriness, he stalked even closer until he was but
a touch away from her. Then he began in a cool, husky voice.
know what sweetheart, I was just thinking the same thing. Why don't we do other
"stuff"?" Riddhima's heart almost fluttered out of her chest as he winked at
her. Understanding his meaning, she realized that he wasn't that drunk after
all and it would be hard to fool him now.
saw his mouth dip sideways as he tried to suppress a smile. Bas***d, Riddhima
said to herself. She thought he was drunk and the a**wipe had been toying with
her. But before she could dwell on that any longer, she felt her feet lift off
the ground and found herself staring at the ceiling.
had hoisted her up into his arms and was currently making his way to the
nearest bedroom. She wiggled under his hold and he smiled as he saw the
familiar pout back on her lips. He didn't know who she was but whoever she was
she was definitely something.
have feet you know!"
I thought you would enjoy this as my past experience with strippers led me to
believe. You are a stripper right?" He looked into her big and extremely
her arms around his neck she said, "Uh ofcouse I am. I was just worrying for
you, you know…like you could pull a muscle or something."
you're saying that you're fat." Armaan wanted to laugh at the indignant look on
dare you say that?"
didn't say it, you did."
I didn't. I said it might be hard for you. I was being considerate."
set her down but kept a hand on the small of her back as he stopped in front of
a door. "So you're saying that I'm weak."
him straight in the eyes, she answered, "Maybe."
hoped her face didn't give her inner turmoil away as Armaan stared into her
eyes before answering softly, "We'll see about that."
gasped as Armaan pulled her inside the room and shut the door. Pushing her up
against the door frame, he put his arms on either side of her—Bollywood style.
Riddhima's breath hitched in her throat as he leaned closer, his hot breath softly
caressing her cheeks. He paused by her ear, pushing her hair back, he began,
"I'm going to kiss you. Stop me."
fumbled with her words, "Huh..Wha---What?"
could detect the smile in his voice as he said, "I'm going to kiss you and you
have to stop me since I'm you know weak."
jumped as one of his hands dropped to her waist and her hands flew instantly to
his bare chest to push him back. But as her hands made contact with his skin,
he pulled her frame up against his.
my god, oh my god, oh my god. Riddhima couldn't seem to keep her
hands from shaking and her heart from racing, as his lips trailed slowly to the
corner of her lips. He placed a light kiss there and retraced his path back
down to her neck. Riddhima's hands moved to his neck of their own accord as she
closed her eyes.
you…going to…stop…me." He spoke in between his kisses.
Riddhima couldn't believe he was asking questions when she had to literally put
her whole mind force into breathing.
chuckled softly and looked up at her face to access the damage. Yup, she was a
lips were parted slightly and his thumb caressed her bottom lip as he waited
for her to open her eyes. There were probably more striking women in the world
but right now under the silver moonlight's haze…it was her only her. Armaan had
no idea why he felt so but he couldn't seem to suppress the urge to stare at
her. There was something about her which seemed almost ethereal…as if you were
to push too hard…she would just break into pieces. He put aside those silly
thoughts and decided that he should get laid more often—starting with her
feeling the pressure of his lips on her neck, Riddhima lifted her gaze and
found him staring at her. She had always hid from stares especially men's yet
this time she didn't feel the need to cover herself or cower behind closed
doors. His eyes seemed to see right through her…knocking down every layer she
had built around herself over the years. She was surprised at her own reaction
to his touch. She should be scared.
gaze dropped to her lips and back up. She saw it. This time around his stormy
eyes held a stronger emotion.
have to stop me now." One of his hands wound around her waist and pulled her
closer until her lips were a mere breath away from his. His other hand cupped
her face while his thumb lingered on her quivering lips.
it now." Riddhima's eyes refused to move from his. "Last chance." Her hands
tightened on his neck and she brought his neck down as she moved up to meet his
gasped at the sensation that swept through her. Without wasting any time,
Armaan took control. His lips moved lazily over hers as if he had all the time
in the world. Taking her bottom lip between his, he sucked softly as his hand
glided down her back. He captured her gasp as his hand sneaked under her shirt
and discovered the soft flesh underneath. One odd thing registered in
Riddhima's mind---her jacket was gone and she didn't remember taking it off.
moaned deep in her throat as his hand slipped higher…setting her ablaze as it
went. One of her hands slipped down to his chest and paused where she could
feel the uneven rhythm of his heart. She knew she would never experience this
feeling again. She also realized that this was a bad move. Among the dizziness
as she clinged to him for support, she also knew that something had changed
inside her never to be reversed. It was too soon and it was too fast…this
feeling creeping up on her. She didn't know him. Even as her mind blared red signals,
her heart refused to listen. She could dwell upon this feeling later but for
now she was content on having him breathe life into her.
lips began moving urgently as he felt her butterfly touch trail slowly over his
chest, then his stomach…and before it could proceed any lower, he caught her
hand and jerked her closer if it was even possible. Her traitor hands slipped
into his hair as his hands traced the outline of her body. He broke off the
kiss and relocated to her exposed neck. Riddhima felt cold air hit her shoulder
and realized that her shirt was hanging open. Her eyes were wide with surprise.
How did he do that?
Hearing him answer, Riddhima realized she had spoken aloud. Her hand fisted his
in hair as he bit her neck. Before she recovered from that, his tongue
flickered over the skin and Riddhima felt blood rush to her cheeks. "Armaan…"
The words were spoken as a silent request and Armaan smiled hearing her say his
name for the first time. It felt good for some reason.
your name?" He caressed her flushed face and his fingertips trailed down the
length of her neck…alongside her chest and brushing past her slim waist to rest
against the line of her hips before continuing to her thighs. Her skirt was not
is the best shape at the moment which left more than enough skin for Armaan to
take advantage of. Once again in the same evening, he swung her into his arms.
He walked towards the king size bed and set her right in the middle. Instead of
letting go he came down upon the soft mattress with her.
his hand on either side of her head, he stared at her. The unbuttoned shirt
fell open and Riddhima moved to cover herself but he grabbed hold of her hand.
tch tch, Indian." Riddhima narrowed her eyes at him as he said the word Indian
with an edge. "You're in a bed with a man and you know you'll be naked soon
enough but you still try to cover yourself. That is exactly why I stay away
from desis…too clingy and emotional."
there was one thing…actually scratch that…two things that could rile up
Riddhima at any moment was trash talking against Indians and spitting in a
a snap in her voice, "Well I hope you won't be disappointed by this desi girl."
burrowed his face into her neck and said in a muffled yet audible voice, "Of
course not sweetheart, you're experienced. Right?" His eyes were dulled by the
darkness of the room yet it was enough to get Riddhima tongue-tied.
experienced. Of course I am."
Using his thumb to part her lips, his lips swung down on hers. He nibbled on
her bottom lip and outlined the other with his tongue sending Riddhima into frenzy.
Riddhima responded as well because even if she wanted she wouldn't have been
able to hold herself back. When his thumb applied slight pressure on her chin,
she understood and welcomed him inside her. As his tongue slipped inside her,
his hands got rid of her shirt. Riddhima felt his fingers tracing the outline
of her breasts.
the way I need to tell you something...I know you're not a stripper." Riddhima
dug her fingers into his back as his hand disappeared into the valley. (Guys
I'm blushing, how do you guys do this? Don't worry I'm of age though).
head fell back on the bed as her breathing became labored. All she could manage
was a moan which she hoped would suffice as an answer.
hand reached behind her back and removed the barrier. Riddhima closed her eyes
as she felt his hands still and knew he was staring. She hid herself in the
crook of his neck but that didn't seem to help. When her breasts came in
contact with his chest, she heard the deep groan from him. His mouth took hold
of her again as he continued the sweet torture upon her. She whimpered under
his touches, caresses, and kisses. Armaan managed to remove the rest of her and
his own clothing without breaking contact with her body.
pulled one smooth leg to his waist. Her eyes were closed partially, her rosy
lips were parted, and her hands were locked around his arms…binding the two
bodies together. Watching her, Armaan felt a pang in his heart. He would never
see her again because that's not how he played. When you have sex with a girl
like her more than once, there is a connection. Where there was a connection, a
spark or a relationship, Armaan was never there. F**k. Capturing her
lips in between his own, he entered her.
slipped on her skirt and buttoned her shirt while looking around the room for
her shoes and jacket. She moved without making any sound. After she had gotten
dressed, she looked towards the bed one last time. She kneeled down beside him
and gazed at his sleeping form. He looked absolutely gorgeous and cute at the
same time. Riddhima drew in a shaky breath and pressed a silent kiss on his
forehead. Then before her eyes would shed the traitorous tears, she moved out
of his room…his house and hopefully his life.
opened his eyes and yawned lazily. Turning to the other side he put forth his
arm to draw a certain someone in. When his arms returned empty, he sat up
quickly. His eyes scanned the room which gave no evidence of last night's
events. Everything was in its place but something was missing.
his eyes, he said to himself, "What the hell yaar? Did I dream the whole
thing?" At that moment, his eyes caught a piece of paper next to his pillow. He
picked up the paper and unfolded it. For the first time in his life, he wished
had the ability to wake up before noon. He was surprised at the loneliness he
felt right then.
the hell is wrong with you Armaan?" he lectured himself, "she was just another
chick. Get over it…and I'm over it." With that last reassurance, he got off the
bed to get ready for the day…leaving the paper on the floor as it read, "Thank