They left the place soon after and walked the night streets, hand in hand, like two dedicated lovers. Oh, the sweet irony. 
"So, you are in your third year, right?" he asked, his voice laced with gentlemanly kindness while his eyes told an entirely different 온라인카지노게임 as he accessed her up and down. 
'You asked this like ten times now, dick,' she thought, nodding, nonchalantly. 
There was a moment of silence until the son of a bitch spoke again. "Such a dark night. The weather is nice too. Hey, did you notice? There aren't many cars here." 
She stopped walking. Any more of his nonsense and she was certain she'll doze off. "Manit, what are you thinking exactly?" 
It was then she saw his real face as a smirk occupied his lips. "That I can't wait to bed you and hear you scream my name." 
That's the pervert I know. "You sure sound confident about it," she went with the flow. 
He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his perforated cologne hitting her nostrils. "I don't like to brag so I'll just let you judge me afterwards," he winked. "Seriously Natasha, you are an enchantress. You turned out to be even better than the photos. Especially those wolf grey eyes of yours." 
She never got tired being on the receiving end of the compliments. "Why, thank you. You are no better," she said, smiling as she felt his hard chest under his embrace. 
"But that's not the only thing. You aren't like other girls. You don't shy away from a flirtatious comment. You don't put up an innocent act. You are what you are and you show that." 
"And what I'm exactly?" she propped her head to his side. 
"A slut," he said and she froze for a split second before he started laughing. "Just kidding, cupcake. What I mean to say is you are sexy and confident which is like a package in itself. I can't wait to discover the rest of it," he whispered the last part and squeezed her hip for a second before letting it go. She decided to let the comment go since he was drunk. 
They continued talking for some time as they waltzed the streets. She was starting to grow weary but she kept going. He did mentioned that his place was beyond the Dadar West Street. Maybe they were almost there. She stole a glance at Manit, who was talking about his college days while laughing in between at God knows what. What a helpless drunkard. Good thing she had lemons with her. 
"So this isn't your first night, is it?" he asked, his eyes slightly red. 
"Does my body scream virgin to you?" she shot back. 
He started laughing, that carefree laugh resurfacing yet again and ran his hand through his hair. God if he only wasn't so drunk, she would have grabbed his collar and kissed him right away. "Not at all. Infact your body screams years of experience." 
She pulled her mouth downwards. "Quite a witty observer, are you?" 
He nodded, seeming proud that she inflated his ego. "I know these things. So what's your scene? Do you come here with a new man every night?" 
She tched. "I wish I could but I neither I have the time or the physical capacity for it. I have a life outside you know." 
He nodded in understanding and ran his fingers at the side of her neck, sending her to frenzy. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled, his face brightening as if he remembered something. "Why don't you become a prostitute then? You'll have a new man to bed every night. Plus it'd be profitable." 
His fingers that felt so sensuous before seemed like ice shards on her skin now. This time her whole nervous system froze until a ball of fire emerged from a deep pit, growing bigger and bigger until she was sure she was a fire ball itself. She closed her fists, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms— an attempt to stop the fingers from hitting anything around her. Quietly, she thought of her next move.