A city Romance

Chapter Four : Engagement Party ( February )

February 22nd, 4.00 am. Saturday.

Engagement Party

by Udhaiyah Priya

Arun (Boyfriend P.O.V)

“Just wait here guys, I’ll see where is she 1st “ you should have been home now. Said you're going to the salon to get your hair done. Tried texting you and all, no reply, what the f**k are you doing. Where the f**k Is your phone.

I open the door, frowning at you right now. Of course, you can’t see me or hear me. You have cucumbers covered on top of your eyes. Your headphone is on; you were listening to this weird song, which I can hear it from here. Too loud, I had reputedly warned you, but you don’t listen to my advice. And that thing on your face, it’s like a light green mud mask.

I had no clue you were into this. You laid down on the sofa, seem to be enjoying yourself, you wore a huge baggy white shirt, no bra which makes your dark n*****s quite visible, and you wore mini skirt underneath. Damn, you look good. Even in that hideous thing on your face.

I couldn’t help but have this evil idea. A very selfish act, I’m sure, but you will forgive me, I know you would. I walked to the mini storeroom, where I have hidden Halloween masks of Frankenstein, quite horrible costumes. I bought it from E-bay. But this should be just fine.

I walked out seeing my three assholes of friends, we have been friends since school. About 23 years friendship, I guess..... Since Form One in Sekolah Menengah La Salleh (Highschool). There are eight of us, two of us tied the knot, Idiots I would say, have kids and all now. Yet the bachelor party was spot on, we held it in Thailand one, Philippines another. Damn the things we did to those girls. They were f*****g hot. One of us is getting engaged today. Yet the bloody fucker was too involved with his fiancé, didn’t want a bachelor party, we still are planning on something, just as he requested no girls. Another i***t to fall into a trap. Three of us decided to go together, we are living close by.

The engagement party is in Pahang. A long way from Kuala Lumpur. We need to drive early. I decided to bring you along. Its surprising that you protested not wanting to come. My previous relationship or flings, would be thrilled if I show them off to my friends.

But you, a real piece of work. You hate crowd, I know that well. And you hated it more if I showed you off to my friends. Hate that.

I don’t know why it’s quite a turn on when I do some of the harmless things that you hate. Anal is not one of them; that’s why weed helps, but things like this. I sort of like teasing you, and I love the small quarrels and fights you make. Like the one, you are going to make any minute now.

I look at my three boys. Raja, Presley, and Ajmal. Raja is a Surgeon at Prince-court medical centre, Ajmal owns four restaurants, a franchise called “ Alibaba’s authentic Indian Muslim cuisine” the richest and the most established man from our clan. he has four bungalows, in four different states in Malaysia. and Presley works for Bernama, one of the Tamil news castors. He also comes for radios as a gust broadcaster.

I told them my plans, they were doped. Despite our different lifestyles and background, we all still see each other as those teenage kids we met for the 1st time where we went on camping and read Aunty Malu comic together. Or the time we hired a hooker and lost all of our virginities at sixteen. Yup grand old times, eight of us drank alcohol for the 1st time at the age of fourteen, tried weed for the 1st time age of seventeen, went to an orgy party for the first-time age of eighteen, all those travels we made together. Yes, crazy stuff we did together. There was once a time, we drank everyday meeting every night at a Bar. We still do sometimes, yet not recently, ever since I made a commitment with you.

Raya (girlfriend P.O.V)

I was enjoying some good Sanskrit song from the Markendeya Purana, It’s so peaceful listening to it. I like hearing old and ancient Indian stuff, Ramayana, Mahabharata, Bhagavad Gita, yup good stuff. Keep our tradition going. 

Yet knowing you, you would be only interested anything that deals with Kamasutra. As you put, that’s the only good thing Indians are proud of creating instead of all of their telivision dramas. As told sometimes you can be too much.

Oh god, why do I have to come to this stupid engagement? I do not even know these people, total strangers, I understand I’m your girlfriend and all. You know how the Indian community works.

“Your parents allow you to travel with your boyfriend ah “

“you guys are staying together, without wedlock. “

And that bloody look they give, pulling their daughter hand on the process.

I know what they think, what they talk,

It shouldn’t bother me, but it does

It’s not like I’m doing it without my parents’ knowledge, I’m 30 this year. I’m an adult, and I choose my own path, Liberal or not, Cultural or not, decide what my life should turn out to be

Yet again, the face they give as if I’m a slut or a w***e. Well there is nothing wrong to be both of them Still, I feel disrespectful. Only our Indian people can pull this through. Making someone feel like shit

Of course, you don’t see this stuff, Guys are very different than us, You will never understand us. Nor try to understand us too.

After coming back from the saloon, I got my hair done, I look at my face. Just like any women, my concerns keep peaking up. I have to portray as your girlfriend . How do I make people like me? Of course, a beautiful face. So, I quickly placed a whitening mask. Cucumbers on my eyes for a brighter eye I heard. And the music just to make me relax and get ready for the upcoming event. You said you’ll be here at 2pm. It’s only 12pm.

And you wanted me to wear Sari. I hate wearing Sari, yet you begged, I agreed, couldn’t say no to your face, can’t I.

I smiled, listening to the song, The maharani’s lullaby, good stuff, good stuff indeed. Suddenly I felt a harsh pull on my headphone dropping my MP4 off; I panic getting up, taking off the cucumber, opening my eyes to see who the hell, only to face a monster above me.

“ Arghhh……” I scream, holding my mouth, You were laughing which made me glare at you

“ Arun…,” I yelled, annoyed at you. As I pulled the stupid Frankenstein mask off you.

“ Arghhh……. “ I scream again now getting up from the sofa, It’s a man. He is fair like Arun, Tall Just like Arun, yet Bald, No hair on his head. I have no clue who he is, but he is Indian, Owh god.

He's a robber, owe no.

No,no,no,no,no

Walking back until I felt another presence, I’m shaking now, shivering started crying and sobbing already.

As I turned and scream again, looking at two new figures wearing Frankenstein masks too, one holding a knife on his hand now.

I didn’t dare to take the mask off as I start running towards the door, only fall into a hard chest.

“ Hey…. Hey…. Shhh… sh…. Relax…” I cried looking at you now, turning behind me pointing my fingers

“ There, There are men, knives…” I started shivering. Sobbing and crying.

“ Baby, Baby… they are friends, they are my friends…. look, they are friends,”

“Hey, relax, Raya, chill….” The holding the knife one immediately took off his mask

“Ajmal…” I told back, looking confused.

“ it’s just a prank “ Presly started now taking off his mask

“Just a prank baby, Aww, did my baby got scared…. All good,” You ask, holding my hips curling my hair at the back of my ear. Hugging me now.

I glared at you and hit your chest hard.  Angry at you now.

“You Asshole…” I yelled, almost gave me a heart attack; you couldn’t help but laugh, looking at me.

Your stupid friends seem to be laughing too.

“By the way, what’s on your face…” Presley asked. I touched my face, remembering the whitening mask I wore.

“You guys are idiots, “ I told, walking to our bedroom. Fed up of your pranks. I hate you right now.

I only know a few of your friends. Presley and Ajmal. The one who pulled my headphones. I have no clue. Who he was,

That’s why I screamed, getting scared, really.

“ Hey… “ The one I have no clue off called me, I turned to look at him. What is his deal?

“Nice n*****s, “ he said, what is this jerk blabbering about? I look at what I’m wearing a white shirt, which my n*****s can be seen as hard and it grew big too.

“ ugghhhhh……. “ I screamed my frustration, hiding my boobs with my arms as all four of you started laughing. I slammed the door at all of  your faces.

Arun (Boyfriend P.O.V)

“ She’s a keeper, “ Raja told looking at me, I just laugh at his joke. Her n*****s erected big on its own because of fear if I'm not mistaken. interesting Linda William Theory I read.

“I told you, man, this one’s different, “ Ajmal said, laughing.

Presley went to the fridge getting cokes,

“I will be out in a while… “I told as I walked in the room, you looked darn pissed off seating on the bed.

I walk to you,  seating beside you.

You immediately started getting up angry.

“ hey… Hey… Raya, Raya… shh… shh… baby“

“Stop it, I hate you, got off of me, you asshole, you prick…” You started throwing a tantrum. Walloping me ouch.

Yet I forced you to sit on my lap, holding you on a place. I just have to do this fast, hugging you, squeezing you until your face was on my chest sobbing.

“ shh, shh, shh, shh, Honey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Okay, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m so, so, sorry… Okay,… Baby, please don’t cry,” I tell. I can hear you hmm, which is a signal that your tantrum is over. I kissed your forehead.

“Come on, be my girl, please… please…” I begged, you sigh yet complied, which made me laugh

“That’s my girl…” I kissed your forehead.

You took a quick bath, as I did after you.

By the time I came out, you were wearing your pink Saree blouse and petticoat while putting makeup on.

It's something about you in Saree that I couldn't tell why but makes me get an instant boner. One of the beautiful things about being  Indian culture is Saree.

" If women is a gift, Saree is the most beautiful gift wrap" the tiny space of waist that peaks out through the saree. Yum. Yes Instant Hard On for sure. 

I wore a formal black shirt and pants. 

you wore bangles, huge earrings and everything, looking great with your hair done like that.

Big curls. You also added hair extensions on your back. Which only makes you look that much prettier. 

You started wearing saree. The saree was in pink color, it’s a silk saree. It suited your skin color. The texture was also nice on you.

You are not used to wearing a saree, and I offered help, you complied. Helping you with the plates and all I hooked it down on your petticoat. Placing my middle finger in your navel, pinching your hip on the process, you immediately hit my hand. Ouch, still angry, I see.

I pinned it down on you. “You look great,” I said, holding your hips nearer to me, looking at you.

I started walking outside while you stood there looking very uneasy.

“ Were my n*****s really that visible…” you asked as if your whole world had cracked. Owe f**k as cute as it looks, it’s just n*****s, every human being has it. Yet I don’t have time explaining human anatomy right now. I pulled your hands with me and guided you outside. 

Besides were  almost 37 years old, way past of getting turn on just by watching n*****s. we need further action to it. My boys won't look at you as such too. you are automatically a sister zone to them. Then again I don't have time for concealing either. 

By now, the boys are watching HBO on Astro, while drinking coke.

“Hey, Raya, you look very pretty in Sari…” Ajmal told, which immediately makes you give him a smile.

“Thank you, “you said while following at the back of me like a lost puppy.

I couldn’t help but to internally smile. You always do that, you never liked standing alone with my friends, unless they decided to bring their wife or girlfriend, you tend to tag me wherever I go.

I started wearing my shoes; you followed me by wearing yours.

We started our journey to Pahang at 3pm, reaching there by 7pm. I took the shotgun, Raja drove, You seat behind with Presley and Ajmal.

We started talking pieces of stuff at work and all. You tend to enjoy laughing and giving feedbacks

Mostly we talked about superstitious kinds of stuff.

Raja told about the strange stuff that happened with the nurse who died two days ago, they had a one-night stand just a day before. And how awkward it was to hear her commit suicide the next day, apparently, she had debt issues and was selling drugs and was working for the wrong people.

Ajmal talked about planning on getting married and having four wives and sixteen kids. The rich i***t of our clan, remember.

“why four,” you asked, laughing, thinking that it’s a joke, awe so cute, you don’t know Ajmal.

“I have four restaurants. “You still thought he's joking, how cute.

And Presley talked about that night shift he had and the strange man with two adult daughters who came. An interesting story too. He deliberately saw him pimping his own daughters out to some of the top-shots in Astro, having threesome. He described both being very beautiful as if they came from a Bollywood movie. But how sad the world could be.

The engagement party was terrific; our buddy Shan, is an Aerospace engineer, was getting married to Pau Lin, from Pahang. A Malaysian Chinese Indian (chindian) girl yet followed her mother's Buddhist tradition. She is a Tamil school teacher, Teaching Maths, English and Science, for standard six students. Pretty girl yet more to her mother’s Chinese feature.

The function was grand; all eight of us were once again reunited. You seem to do alright with some of my friends’ spouses and kids, communicating with them carrying a child on your lap. You are always good with kids. I’m not really a kid person.

There was too much alcohol of every flavour. And we drank, we didn’t plan to stay for the night. Yet things happened out of our control, and Shan made sure that hotel rooms were booked for us.

Raya (Girlfriend P.O.V)

“ I didn’t even bring anything to wear “ I protested, we suppose to return back home.

“ I know, baby, I know… adjust for today alright, I’m sorry…” you said kissing my cheeks, you start helping me undoing the Saree. You always liked me in Saree, I wonder why.

Once the Saree is off

Carrying me up bridal style, you led me on the bed where you started kissing me hard before unhooking the hooks from my blouse. I gasped

“ Do we really need to have s*x now…” I asked, Normally ill be thrilled

“ Today not so much..” you only responded by kissing my collarbone..

“ ehem.,” you said, pulling away from my blouse now, your hands roaming behind me to unhook my bra as you start kissing my hips.

“ Hey… hey Man.. we got more s**t, outside, meet us at the bar, you are coming….” We heard one of his friends at the door. Knocking hard to get Arun’s attention. Arun stopped his little ministration on me.

“take a bath and sleep in your bra and panty…. Okay, baby, I’ll be late, it’s the guys, been a very long time. You understand right…” You smiled kissing my cheek, I couldn’t help but nod, smiling back. I do. I do understand. You are very close to your friends, and it had been awhile. I get it.

I took a short bath, wearing my bra and panty, I laid down on the bed, covering myself with the blanket. And soon, sleep did deprive me.

I was tired anyway, all the traveling and meeting and greeting total strangers. Which reminded me nobody wore a saree except for me, it was a westernized formal theme. It also made me felt like an i***t… urgh… whatever. 

“ Baby… Baby, please, …baby.” About two hours later, I felt you came to the bed, whining at my sleeping. I rubbed my eyes, looking at you, but I can see how drunk you were. Really wasted.

“ Arun tries to get some sleep, ok… “ I told making you lay down beside me as I hold your hands, you were now cuddling me.

Your hands started to trail slowly on my back, as it went to the front.

“ Arun, can we just sleep…” I ask as I felt your breath on my hair

“ you think…” you asked, your hand holding one of my breasts squeezing it. nibbling my ear now. I turn to look at you. You jammed your lips on top of me.

I can literally taste what you drank. But it didn’t bother me.

You Rolled me over; I was under you now. You were on top of me kissing my neck, at times like this you can get a bit too rough, sometimes I am ok with you being turbulent other times way far from my likings.

Pulling my panties off me, I wrap my leg around you. You stroke yourself before placing your hard member in me, I gasped. You hold both of my wrists above me.

You kissed me as you f****d me. Kind of like a rhythm. Your tongue in my mouth, your c**k in me, matching a tune to synchronize, however. Yet, you felt really hard for some reason. What alcohol did you drink?

You ram in me deep which made me gasp, I can’t help the pain that accompanies pleasure that comes within. My body is a bit stretched since you hold both of my wrist ways on top. My stomach flat, you’re on top of me.

I’m still wearing my push up bra on. It's for the saree. 

a few more strokes you moan before pulling yourself out cumming on my stomach. you kissed my lips for the final time before rolling over on my side and within seconds you knocked out completely.

normally I would take a bath, today however you worn me out. Taking my bra completely off I laid down on my side, wincing as I seek the comfort squeezing both of my thighs together before I was fast asleep too.