A city Romance

Chapter Eleven : Birthday Surprise Indeed ( June )

June 06th, at 11.00 am, Saturday.

Birthday Surprise Indeed

By Udhaiyah Priya

Raya ( Girlfriend P.O.V.)

We are heading to your family’s house in Subang Jaya. You came from a very wealthy family. You have three younger brothers, and a younger sister, the youngest of the family. Large family and you are the oldest.

However, you grew up with your late grandparents that made you  be closer with your school friends compared to your siblings who had grown up together. Your brothers Arjuna and Asoka was born second. The twins.

That’s partly the reason why your late grandparents took you to their side since, three small kids was a lot to handle by your parents. Your father Prakash Anbarasan is a retired surgeon worked for Subang Jaya medical center, and your mother Neelavani Kandasamy was the only daughter of your grandparents,.

Arjuna and Ashoka have followed your father’s footsteps, both being surgeons. One working in Penang, another working in Johor Bharu. According to you, you have told that the twins are the naughtiest, of them all. Always have gotten you in trouble. Arjuna is the oldest of the twin by 15 minutes also got married 1st compared to all of you. Arjuna married a doctor too. A Punjabi woman, named Haritha Kaur. Lovely and beautiful women, she is always so welcoming and humble. They have a son now. Your nephew, Anil.

Then we have Ajesh, your third youngest brother. He is closer to me since he's only a year older than me. I can talk to him freely, compared to Arjuna or Ashoka.

I’m not used to having older brothers, and they react as if they are mine. Which is cool and all, but sometimes, they take it over the notch, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Like the other day, when we all went out for dinner. I told my opinion.

“Act like you actually did a postgrad… “Ashoka told, which put me on a place. You didn’t question him, I guess it was partly my fault too. That doesn’t mean that I hate them, no. It’s just I’m always careful of my words when it comes to them.

Ajesh calls me typically sometimes, ask's advice and stuff. We can communicate well. He also visits my family, my family adores him.  Ajesh is a lawyer working under your uncle’s law firm in Ipoh, your fathers’ brother in law, Mr. Rajoo Perumal Gounder. Yes, you are currently introducing me as your girlfriend to your family ,  Owh how I want to change it to your fiancé soon.

Last, of all we have Anushka, your youngest sister, younger than me by one year, yet act as if she knows better and older than me. Beautiful girl. Your house princess, you said. A Diva, I say. She is a Doctor too, followed the twin’s footsteps. I’ve heard her once that you can do better than me, which actually hurt me into pieces. I cried in my shower, yet I had to pretend everything was alright. You know me, I would not complain, or tattle tale of what she had told.

I’m also not going to give up on her. What You  do not know Arun is that when the 1st time I introduced you to my family.

My sister, Roja, straight away said ‘No.’ the same word Anushka said 

“ Raya trust me you can do better… “. She told.

For me, you looked like the most handsome man that the angels had carved just for me. 

But for Roja, “what do you even see in him,” she asked.

I still remember her words “ Su-Raya-Ghandi, Off your laptop Now. block him from w******p, I’ll get you through this, start finding for someone better … Remember the time in the university we went, white guys flirt at you right in front of me. They are super f*****g hot, you never gave them a chance, remember what your worth is, find for a better one Raya,  ” Yes, those were Roja’s words, and that’s why I’m not really that angry with Anushka, even after hearing what she told to your parents.

I have a story of my own that I hide too. Roja never liked you in the beginning, My mother didn’t like you too, My father didn’t want to hurt my feelings so supported my back. Tamarai has always been private about her true feelings or opinions. In other words she doesn’t care who or how we end up with. “You are old enough to make your own decision, leave me out of this..” she would say. I’m just putting it in a more delicate way possible. Private about her feelings.

The fact is, in the end, you won their trust and look where I am now, Living with you. Unmarried. Yeah. Very unmarried living with you. In sin.

The problem right now is though I had overheard Anushka telling her true feelings about me to your parents, I’m not gonna ruin what we have by sharing it with you.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I just happened to be there overhearing it, the wrong day, wrong timing.

I also haven’t had the chance for your sister to get to know me yet. It also could be my mistake because I didn’t invite her for a day out again, or call her to talk or do anything yet.

Or perhaps your family is too different to me. They are intellectually smart, they talk serious adult matters, about what’s happening in the world, geography, to discovery, to oh god I hate this world news. And Politics. You know how I don’t give a s**t about politics.

And though they tried to place me in the conversation, ask for opinions. I just couldn’t. I feel dumb when I answer them. And there will be this awkward silence after that before they start bringing other topics into their so-called intellectual conversation. So dull, not my stuff. It also makes me look like a fool.

Of course, you wouldn’t understand this. And I don’t want to tell these things too. I don’t want to put you in a position to choose your family or me. Even that day, during my period meltdown.

I was still careful of my words; all I cried was, “ I don’t think your mother likes me much…” and I also highlighted, “ I don’t think Anushka like me at all…” I was still careful with my words. I don’t want you to take it wrongly, and I immediately had skipped the topic.

Telling you how I’m also sad of my parents getting old. That is true too. I am sad. Seeing my parents how they looked before when they were carrying me in their arms and how they look now. It’s scary. I had a lovely childhood with them, the best. Because of them, I’m loan free.

It is your birthday today. I’ve already had made you drive to your parent's place a day before itself. Your parents, Ajesh and Anushka, were thrilled at home. That midnight we celebrated together, your mother already had baked a small orange Sugee cake for you, your favorite. I wasn’t aware of this, I thought chocolate was your favorite. Well, I took note. Time to learn.

All of your names starts with ' A' 

Arun Prakash ( Oldest son )

Arujunan Prakash ( 1st twin son)

Asokha Prakash ( 2nd twin son )

Ajesh Prakash ( fourth son )

Anushka Prakash ( fifth daughter)

and it continues 

Anil Arjunan Prakash. ( 1st grandson ) 

hmmm, if I ever get pregnant by you Arun, what shall I name our babies. Definitely I will respect your family and will choose names that comes with A's. But If its a girl I want her name to be A yet it has to be a flower name too, following my family tradition. a combination of both. Perhaps Arkid. meaning Orchid, my favourite flower. In this way I'm fair with both sides. 

Later that night, they arranged some prayers. You kneeled down to the ground, touching your parents feet and took their blessing. It was nice to look at your family so happy. Ajesh always made sure I join the family too. making jokes. pushing me inside the conversation. This is why I love Ajesh the most. I can’t help but to see Anushka glaring at Ajesh once in a while as she is not a favor of me joining along. Me. I didn’t care, I joined anyway. I’m here for you, not for her, not for your parents but for you. I just want to play a good girlfriend role.

Your parents don’t mind us staying in a room together. Probably because we are living together also you are 37 years old. God, you are old. 6 years older than me. When we reached in Your bedroom.

How cute, you were a big fan of D.C. Everything was a Black theme. The whole room was painted in black. Your bed looked like Batman automobile, the curtains were in gray and black patterns, the sheets were in black, tv, study table to everything was in black. And the bat shape lights on the ceiling. Nice touch. There were a bunch of comic books on the shelve.

I always liked your room, it is downstairs with a swimming pool view. Your room is very artistic. Reminds me that I am actually sleeping with the batman himself. You pulled my hips nearer to you and started kissing me. You sat down on your bed and placed me on your lap. I’m wearing a short sea blue flow skirt and a simple white loose blouse. We had made love here before. Damn those memories.

Your hands trailed inside my skirt now. Tapping on my knicker, you pulled aside, feeling my p***y. While I moan into your kiss.

“ Raya…”

“ Hmmm….”

“it’s my birthday…” You whispered frustrated, kissing on my forehead, rubbing my thighs. Your forehead on my forehead now. Fine.

I got up slowly from your lap... taking my shirt off and then my bra off. Nude from the top. I kneel down in front of you.

You were already on board, pulling down your zipper. I started giving you a hand job, before sucking your c**k. As slowly as possible, knowing what you like and everything. Once your c**k is hard and lubricated enough.

“okay, Raya… that’s enough…” You said fondling with both of my breasts in your hands. You kissed my forehead and wiped the pre-c*m from my lips with your finger, and gently placed near my lips, I sucked the pre-c*m out from you. 

Don’t get me wrong, some girls may like the taste, me I hate it. I guess it's not really of the taste its more of the taboo feeling sort. Yet you never force me to swallow, even today. If I had shaken my head No I don't want to suck that c*m shot, you probably would have wiped it on my skin or something. But since today is your birthday, I wanted to satisfy you, I know by tasting your precum, you would be thrilled. And I was right.

“Good girl…” you said, kissing my forehead. I placed the pillows in their appointed positions, kneeled down on the pillow on my stomach. As you work on my ass again. f*****g compromise. 

I couldn’t help but to squirm a bit as you lifted up my skirt and palmed my bottom, and pulled down my knickers. You placed your knee on my knicker, which sort of Hold me on a place. Feeling a shivery sensation ripple through me now at the touch of your hands on me. Although we had done anal a few times now.This intimacy was still strange to me. You rubbed your hand over my backside and down my thighs, squeezing slightly as if you are just enjoying touching my body. Truth be told, I’m f*****g nervous. 

I have never gotten over the pain. Yet as by the agreement I will compromise, only on special occasions I will suck it up and let you use my ass. your birthday included. My pulse started to throbbed as you started circling your fingers on my tight star. It's always the same.

Then your fingers moved away briefly, and I felt you moving around. There I felt it, the cold gel making its way in my anal passage. With your arm gently across my back, holding me in place, you started finger in my anus. It’s always the same, that annoying terrible feeling. Just for you, I kept telling in my mind. Just for you. just for today.

I wasn't able to do anything more than squeal as your finger spread the lube in me. It felt cold and slick as it enters in my bumhole. 

The first time when You wanted to do Anal with me. You showed me and explained me about the lube and the butt-plug,.I almost had a heart attack. "Trust me, Raya, its easier to f**k your ass with this kind of preparation." You said. I said no. Lube was alright. But butt-plug, Never. You tried and gave up. And I promised and prove to you whenever you takes me in that hole, I would suck it up. I will not complain of pain or whine or anything. "Not one sound I promise but no butt-plug, Please Arun" I told. you agreed. 

The pain was horrifying in the beginning, but now I know what I would expect. Still. I would shudder, even if my body goes limp in compliance. In the early times, I almost faint because of the pain. Every single time when you take my ass, the crude memories would always come back to assault my senses. I can feel your thumb pushed into my backside. I whimpered at the slight burn as my ass hole as you penetrated me with your fingers right now, My face flat on the bed surface. 

“ Shh… Raya,… shh…. Good girl..” You said. I closed my eyes tight. Feeling two fingers now. By far, there are slight tears that come out, which I have no control off, but I’ll make sure you won’t see them nor get distracted by it. You would see me weak. I didn’t want that. I wanted to prove to you I’m strong. How could girls actually enjoy this. f**k those girls.

My bumhole now was throbbing from the invasion of your fingers. During the beginning when I was new to anal s*x, I also faced hemorrhoids, anal tears, crams and painful constipations. Which you always comforted me. As time goes; if I practiced enough it would be normal and nothing for me to worry about. You were right, I guess. Though I'm still new to it, but I’m getting used to it.

However, my mortification was a whole another level in those situations. Whether it’s a tear of my asshole, and it started bleeding, or hemorrhoid, or even constipated for a few days, with crams and all. Sometimes the worst all together. You always tend to aid me, buying me all this on the counter medications. Hemorrhoids are the worst. I still get constipated sometimes after anal s*x.

Letting out a long sigh, I felt two of your well lubed fingers now pushed into my bump hole. The things I have to f*****g go through with this annoying compromise. Why do you like it so much, why? I don’t understand why. 

" Good girl,” you said approvingly. I just closed my eyes and stayed silent, trying not to think about the third finger that was now pushing into my bump hole. The movement of your fingers always gave me a strange sensation. 

A while later, I felt the hard, blunt head of your manhood invading against my what supposed to be a so-called prepared bumhole, and I can’t help but to always whimpered in fear. My stomach giving this strange involuntary knot in the middle.

“ Shh…. You're doing good…” You whispered, kissing my shoulder. Gripping my hips tightly, you began to ease your way into my body, a slow, long thrust that made both of us groan together.Your c**k burns in me as you pushed deeper into me. 

" f**k baby, Raya, you are such a good girl, my Raya.. good girl" you groaned as your hips ground against my ass, making your entire c**k stifle entering inside of me.

I whimpered, holding the black  bed sheets for dear life. I clenched down around your c**k, which only gave me a different type of pain. It made me shudder when I have no control yet tightened my muscles around your c**k, causing me a sharp throbbing ache. 

“ Awww baby… Raya, nice…..” Yes, you didn’t know of my pain actually. I still don't understand how come girls like this. Your fingers travelled to my c**t now, Starting to tease it as if you are appreciative of my efforts, wanting to award me by making me feel pleasure too, as my inner anal walls rippled over your invading c**k.

Leaning forward now, your fingers grips my hips hard before trailing its way reaching underneath my body. You grasped both of my breasts. One in each hand, fingers unerringly finding my aurolas, flicking and rolling on my n*****s  into tight little buds. 

I felt my ass grasping your receding c**k as you pulled all the way out, yet your head still in my ass and you ploughed forward again, you c**k going more deeper in me. I gave small shriek as you went on a steady rhythm f*****g my ass . You began moving with earnest, slowly increasing your tempo and intensity as you started f*****g my bump hole, yet you able to control and maintain on a slower pace, f*****g me gracefully, Taking all the time you desired. 

It felt as if A dull knife that must fight for every centimetre it takes to slice of a frozen butter. Unfortunately for me, that just meant more time for my body to become adjusted to your awful and unnatural intrusion. More time for you to play with my breasts and truth be told, It really burns down there, f**k Arn make it quick will you.

Arun ( Boyfriend P.O.V.) 

I was f*****g your bottom, like an animal gone wild, It’s my birthday I can f**k you as I want to, f**k you as I wish to, f**k you as I like too. Yes. f**k. It feels so good to be wrapped around your ass. Home, ill say. f*****g home.

Honestly it feel so good Raya as I slid back and forth in your pretty little ass hole. 

I squeezed and kneaded your breasts as I took my time, luxuriating in the tight heat of your asshole. Your little hole tightening down on my c**k, increasing my pleasure. I started to pick up the pace and began f*****g you hard now, still fondling on your breasts, flicking on your n*****s. I wanted to confuse your body and start focusing on your n*****s. 

 I pulled you back against me so you can impale yourself deeper in me, you groan in this new adjustment. I kept fondling both of your n*****s for you to focus on your n*****s instead of me being in you, before releasing my jets of seeds deep inside your tight asshole. f**k it felt good. 

I heard your soft quiver surrendering your body wholly to me, your inner muscle still spasmed around my ejaculated c**k. I kissed your forehead. Pulling my c**k softly away from you, seeing my seed oozing its way out of your asshole. 

I kissed and licked the salty sweat on your shoulder one more time, before pulling your knickers up that was hanging on your legs, to capture any c*m from falling down. The carpet are all black. I pulled your skirt down right now, Something about this action, that turns me on another level too, knowing that you are wearing your knickers which is soaked in my c*m.

I took you to the bathroom and you immediate told you need privacy. I know what that means. You needed to s**t it out from you. I gave you the privacy you needed and I walked off to bed. About thirty minutes later, you came back with a towel around you, bathed all fresh and clean. I went to the bathroom , taking a piss and washed your ass slime from my c**k. 

You wore one of my large shirt, it was a Marvel print T-shirt and laid down on your side and burrowed beneath the black blankets, when I saw you. You always do that. You are always quite after I go anal on you. You played on your side. I didn't question you. Wearing a sweat pants, I pulled you in closer to me and tucked you into sleep. O.H. my good girl, it’s my birthday. I’m f*****g 37 this year. 

After a few hours I got up to see you are missing beside me. Rubbing the sleep away. I took a bath, before walking out of my room, to the kitchen. You were helping my mother making breakfast. Doing Thosai.

“ Arun, the twins would be here soon, what do you want, it’s your birthday… “ My mom asked kissing my cheek rubbing my hair as I seat down at the kitchen. breakfast table. Owh I love you mom.

“ hmmm roti chennai…” I asked , my mother look at me like she regretted asking me what I want.

“ Ok, we have itli and thosai, which one do you prefer for breakfast..” yup sounds like her.

“ Thosai…” I said

“ with ghee..” I added.

“ Raya , Arun wants Thosai…” My mother told.

“ Ok , Thosai coming right up…” You smiled, I winked at you. which made you to blush. Oh my little girl. That’s something I adore about you Raya, despite your rich background and all, you are always humble and adequate when you are in my house.

The day went on quite jolly, the boys were all in the house. You were busy helping my mother to cook lunch, which was biryani and and then help with dinner too. And then there was a time that needed to decorate the house. My family is doing a birthday party for me. You helped as much as you could with everything.

You even served teatime, cakes and all. Helping as much as you could. My father adores you, Always talks to you, telling his old stories to you. My nephew Anil was here, you were good to him too. Anil adores you, I noticed. You are really good at kids. The House was loud, my friends coming in the process setting everything up.

My parents’ house is huge, with swimming pool and all. We have a few dogs, varies with Doberman, Rottweiler, and German shepherds. A garden. 6 bedrooms, two living room, two kitchen, 1 huge dinning toom, two maid’s room and a large parking area where 8 cars can fit in nicely. Yes, the house is enough for us all to live in.

In front of my family I will not touch you, not even a little or converse with you much. You know that. It’s the respect I give to my parents. their house, their rules. That’s somehow different in your house though. I guess there is a different between a house raised majority of girls and a house raised majority of guys.

Raya (Girlfriend P.O.V.)

I was quite busy the whole day. Preparing your birthday. Helping as much as I could. I was also starting to get tired. Taking a shower in your room I was all fresh getting ready for the night.

I was originally planning to wear a yellow sundress, but you stopped me asking me to pack a Punjabi suit instead.

You wanted me to wear a Punjabi suit. I protested at first then you told its your birthday 

"can the women that his living with me, at least wear what I want to see her in" That shunt my mouth, sighing and compromising. Jerk. I would had looked more myself in that sundress. Such a jerk sometimes.  

Without choice I agree with the Punjabi suit. It’s your favourite colour too. Red. It does look fashionable enough. It’s a salwar type. Where the tops is short and hugs my figure tightly, with lower neck. It looks as if it only covers my boobs, that has this cute clamp style with cap sleeves. My collar bones and long neck nicely can be seen. And my pants were Alibaba style. Yet thin material. I wore the large sequenced red scarf on the side of my shoulder.

I wore makeup, not over the top, but just nice. Added shades on my eyes, light coloured lip glows. By the time I know It, I was done.

I did invite my family, but my uncle from my mom’s side was celebrating his 55th birthday, So they decided to head there. My father however told, they would invite you and the rest of your family over and he plans to takes us all for a nice meal at a Chinese Restaurant. His treat. That is something always sweet of my father. Don’t you think.

I went out of the room.

“ You are wearing that…” Anushka asked, she was wearing a jeans and a nice blouse.

“ Your brothers choice… “ I told the truth, but she looks at me like she does not believe me.

As time went there were visitors coming over far and near. Some who knows me, like your neighbour. Your uncle Rajoo and his wife Rani. Others not so much. I was outside now seating at the swing looking at everyone who is coming by the drive way.

The tables and chairs are all set with a canopy too. It's a package. your family did great on the arrangement. Decoration lights has all been lighted outside. It’s almost 8pm now. The Barbeque pitt was all set. your friends Raja, Ajmal, Presley and your brother Arjuna was taking care of it.

Ashoka and a few of your other friends were in-charge of the alcohol booth. Mixing drinks, serving everyone up. Allot of people starting to turn up now.

I hate crowds, especially to a place which I feel like a stranger. 

Right now I really do feel like a stranger.

Somehow it annoys me, I’m your girlfriend. That’s my label. I’m not your family yet. I’m not your cousin, I’m not your neighbour, I’m not your childhood friend, we're not engaged yet. I’m just your girlfriend. And you know me what for two years now. Yes we are in a domestic relationship. But still in-front of this people im still classified as a stranger.

“ wow… you are looking pretty..” Ajmal said. Which made me to blush looking at him.

“ Thank You…” I encouraged smirking. still seating on the swing. You looked at me where the barbecue grills are at. Something about men starting Barbecues.  Beer bottle in your hand. You wore a Chelsea football themed cap, in an opposite way. which only made you look that much hotter. f**k you are hot.  

“ Don’t firth with her…” you warn playfully looking at Ajmal. I can sence there is a bunch of drinking. Too much alcohol. You already sound somehow drunk. 

“ Go.. In…. “ You snapped directing to me. Your eyes shows you are not kidding. As if you are in authority. I pretended like I didn’t listen annoyed , I gave you an annoyed face like what the f**k did I do.  giving a loud sigh I kept seating on the swing. Avoiding to look at you.

“ Raya…. Go in..” the edge of warning in your tone now. I looked at you my bottom lips bending now. how rude. Whatever jerk. I couldn’t help but to role my eyes as I went inside. Psycho dominant boyfriend all of the sudden.

“ Hey come on… I just told she's pretty.. “ I heard Ajmal

“ yeah tell other girls that, not her… “ I hear you faintly

I was inside yet watching the party outside.

“ Raya play with me…” Anil told looking at me.

“ Raya grandpa said there are fire crackers.. play with me please…. Please… Raya… please…. “ Anil begged. I couldn’t say no to this cutie.

“ Okay Come..” I guided him outside again. The heck with what you told

I lighten the candle near by the swing again. Helping Anil with the stary firecracker. Make sure he is safe and all.

A few of the girls came all wearing pretty, giving you hugs.

It’s actually a f*****g barbeque, everyone wore the outfit for the theme. Short dress, summer dress, shorts, jeans, simple shirt and everything.

I look like someone who missed an Indian wedding function.

You hugged those girls friendly which made me a bit jealous. Big deal. I turned to look away. I’m still your girlfriend. I’m still your girlfriend.

You were wearing shorts and a black wife beater. Drinks on your hands. All of your friends were coming now. And that f*****g Chelsea football themed cap, on your heap where you wore it on an opposite direction, only made you look that much sexier. 

Your brother Ajay started the music outside. He was in charge of the music. And then the party went wild. Some were laughing, some were drinking, some were dancing.

I wasn’t used to this environment. Yet I was playing with Anil who seemed to be very happy with my company.

“ Raya…” I heard your mother now calling for me. Bringing Anil with me, since in away I am sort of baby sitting him, He is under my care,  I was helping your mother in the kitchen

The Jelly, and custard, needed to be cut into triangles and served on the table. Got it.

There was a time where they gathered everyone to cut the cake in the living hall. Anushka and your sister in law Haritha bought the cake out. More like practically wheeled the cake out.

We all sang the birthday song. The cake was huge, 3 layers to be exact. Anushka had ordered it from your family friend. It was butterscotch. Said to be her favourite. what eves. You started feeding the cake to your mother, father, brothers, sister, sister-in-law, Nephew and then finally me. 

But when it came to me, your friends started to howl which only made me to blush more. You wiped the cream from my lips and suck it. I guess I got it at my mouth a little.

“ Come On everyone let’s eat…” Ashoka guided everyone to take the plate and start filling up.

“ Come Raya Join us…. “ Haritha told, I smiled joining her. I look up to her. She is very friendly. a sisterly figure for sure. 

It was a typical Indian barbeque. Where there were barbeque chicken, fish, prawns, squids, lamb and mutton. There was also tuna sandwiches, Fried Singaporean Noodles, curry puffs, jelly, Custard and more. The alcohol kept coming, too.

“ Raya what do you like the most…” Anil was holding my hand asking me.

“ I like the cake, the cake the most…” I answered this cutie.

“ But the cake is for later, for dessert Raya… now we must eat Barbecue”

“ Smary Anil…” I said kissing his round face. So cute… awe I wish I have someone like Anil soon. I wish I had a baby.

finding a table at the canopy, we placed whatever food we liked. And we seat to eat together. Until there were two women who were seating on the opposite table of ours.

I have a habit of overhearing stuffs. Especially when I am suspicious of anything. The way Arun hugged one of them was not to be missed. I don't like her, instant jealousy kicking in me.  My heart the angel , my mind the devil, both synching in telling me the same yet in their own version, something is not right. 

I was eating my food yet listening to the conversation of what both of these girls had to say. Both equally beautiful Indian girls. One dark skin, another light skin, both looked as if they came out from a modelling catalogue. Until one part of their conversation, which broke me into pieces.

“ she is so traditional, you sure Arun is going to last with her, I’m sure he is going to come to you , sooner or later, you watch Kalai… “ the dark skin girl told. so the lighter skin girls name is Kalai. And they are f*****g talking about me. I'm the only i***t wearing an Indian traditional costume. 

“ I mean who would wear a Punjabi suit for a barbeque right, that is just wrong..” This b***h Kalai replied. She is beautiful for sure. For an Indian she has light colour eyes, fair skin, her hair she had dyed into hazel like which only matches her eyes, She is petite, cute, a bombshall. They still had no clue I’m there listening to them.

“ Well at-least You did had fun In Singapore with him, glad the boys had invited us there…” My heart literary broke. I gave a gaspe. My eyes started to tear up. Really.

“ Trust me If that girl is not rich, you know family social status and everything, Arun would not even look at her, She is not even his type… “ That had it.

“ Is something wrong..” Heritha asked as if she can she see the change of my face.

“ I think I bit my tongue…” I told smiling back. 

Don’t cry Surayaghandi, please don’t cry. Not here, not right now.

“ I’ll be right back..” I excused myself from the table. I looked at you, but you seemed to be having a very good time with your friends. Talking to them laughing and all.

I went in to our room, and my tears started to come now. I feel so sad. How could you. How could you. That’s all in my mind now.

Washing myself clean, changing to a simple jean short and a shirt. I laid down on the bed. And kept crying on the bed.

Hours later, the time right now is 4 am. You came to the bed, yet I couldn’t help but my tears coming like a tap water right now. yet I stopped myself from crying out loud.

I felt you taking off your shirt, pulling my body near you.

“ How come you turned to bed early, didn’t even say bye to my friends or anything… didn't even” You started kissing my neck till you felt my tears.

I started sobbing softly now, so angry so sad, so in pain , this is awhole lot different pain to be honest.

“ what the f**k, Raya wants wrong …. “ You asked getting alert with the situation now.

“ what did you do with Kalai in Singapore…” I asked, looking at you. Yes no hiding, straight to the point. You looked like you are taken back abit. Which only made me to turn my back on you,crying more. So upset with you right now. you are such a jerk.

“ Hey, hey, hey, Raya, Raya, baby… shhh…. Shh…. I promise you it was a mistake, I was drunk, it was a stupid mistake. So sorry. So sorry baby….” You told petting my hair, kissing my forhead, pulling me to your lap now.

I kept crying on your chest. Not understanding. Not understanding at all.

“ Why…. Just why… I don’t understand why, but it hurts….” I told honestly of my feeling crying on your chest. Becareful not to sob harder.

“ shhh…. Shh…. I’m with you, that’s all it matters, me and you,… that’s all matters, ” I sighed crying, but it is true, what you say ‘me and you’. 

I understand you made a mistake in Singapore. A horrible one too. But that’s the thing about Bachelor party right. A green pass to your boyfriend to do whatever they want and we girlfriend do not need to know.

If we got to know. The problem will start. Like right now. It’s in my hand to deal with this situation. I look at you, I can see your eyes red too at the situation. Wiping my eyes.

“ Baby… Raya…” you said, gently rubbing my back, kissing my forehead. My head was still on your chest.

“ I don’t want to know what you did with Kalai… “ I said sobbing. You nodded. Agreeing with my statement.

“ But I also don’t want to see her or her friend for the rest of my life. I will forget what I heard, But I don’t want to see her face forever… “ I said, You nodded.

“ Deal, It’s a deal, I promise, I’ll make sure you will never see her again..” You told, rubbing my hair softly, kissing my forehead.

As painful as it is. It was a bachelor party, and this thing are bound to happen. If it was any other night now that’s cheating. A bachelor party is like a green pass, I guess. It will take time for me to get over this, but eventually, I’ll be back to normal again.