One, two, three, four and five. Shanaya counted all of them. Welcoming a morning with five kisses on cheeks was never a new thing but the intensity of moisture was highest today.

After all it was 25th May, her last teen Birth day.

Trying to open her yet-sleepy eyes, pair of breasts collided with hers from front and three warm hugs came from the back. She cuddled up in the five arms like a born baby.

"Happy Birthday to You" the screams were high enough to cross the long ceilings of Shanaya's room.

Though she had seen eighteen cheerful birthdays but this one sprang up with some special-to-be-happened characteristic.

Pihu, Kamya, Jazz, Amani and Swara
These were not only the names of her five soul mates but the craziness embodied five personalities with whom she longed to live her afterlife.
The gang of girls who would rock the world, heaven or hell.

Gathering up the presents of each friend, kissing back on their cheeks and selfie-nising herself with "Birthday Morning" captions, this morning was one of the best till date.

"So what plans for today?" Amani was in the most confusing tone.

"Don't act stupid, we know the plan already" Jazz dominated each word.

"First I need to visit my granny today, who is complaining of her illness for last 15 years, yet alive, and wish to see me on my holy Birthday as she is laboring under the illusion that she would be no more by the next and as usual you all would accompany me to rescue the monotonous meet. And then I have to attend the family rituals that take place on our every birthday. And at last the world will be all about You, Me and Us." Shanaya elaborated.

"Awwww! Waadafaq, its not done Shanaya", Swara claimed.

"There is no other option with us darling, we have the whole night to be enjoyed and we shall be together for the whole day. Isn't this enough?" Shanaya explained.

"Okay! so lets catch up at 12 p.m. exactly. What say girls?" Jazz said.

"Pretty Perfect" Shanaya said.

Embracing up again, the next door girls made their way to their respective homes. Shanaya descended the room stairs to find a very expensive diamond watch as her birth day present from her parents. She hugged them and moved to her only sibling brother who had brought her an autograph of her favorite cricketer Virat kohli upon her picture. She screamed in extreme cheerfulness and threw herself into the arms of her beloved brother.

Now, lets skip the part where Amani took expectantly long time to persuade her mom to let her go to village area for visiting Shanaya's granny (being single child is sometimes troublesome), where Jasmine nearly puked three times beholding the pathetic conditions of the under-developed rural localities, where Swara's so called over-sensitive skin attracted sun-burns, where Kamya had a sound nap in the two hours long journey to the undesirable place, where rural children gathered around the brand new open Scarlet Mercedes Benz accompanied by stares of lust for luxuries, where the village women whispered criticism under their veils about the very short dress wore by the rich gang of six girls.

The dilapidated cheeks of granny added grim to the unwelcoming atmosphere. However, the girls greeted her with at most respect.

"Happy Birth Day my princess" Granny kissed Shanaya's forehead. The rural accent in her words was easily identifiable.

"Thank you Grandma" Shanaya's gratitude carried elements of embarrassment.

"With each birthday that passes on your beauty enhances in leaps and bounds, my dear"

"That is so sweet of you Grandma" Shanaya murmured.

The following moments spent in some more formal conversation between a very hearty Granny and her hesitant granddaughter. The rest of the girls felt dumb staring at the about-to-fall-down ceiling of the house.

After spending a couple of hour with Granny and answering to her each time repetitive rapid fire questions the girls decided to leave.

Coming back to riches of their city was experiencing the pleasure of a convict freed after several long years of imprisonments. Now a few more hours of vapid family rituals and they will be licensed to fuck the night up.

The girls already wrapped themselves in their sumptuous dresses that added million stars to their eternal glamour.

The six families of immense networth gathered around the Temple outside the 'Royal Residencies' to conduct a small worshiping event in order to seek blessing for the birth day girl who herself seemed not interested in these slavish formalities.

But the event did not end just after the worships offering. The six men kept yelling about their rivals of business and planned ways to conquer them whereas their respective wives engaged themselves in flaunting their knowledge over latest fashions in fields of wardrobes and jewels.

Their respective daughters sat down on a bench under the tree inside the Temple premises with their fingers crossed and pasting very strange expression upon the faces. Those expression reflected their utter urge to get out of the gate and unleash the party-disco monster resting unpeacefully inside them as soon as possible.

The remaining siblings of the above mentioned girls were too busy to give a short break to their mobile screenlights and de-socialize them. They did not even bother to wish Shanaya.

And finally the moment came when they all departed. Six Audi A3 Cabriolet found their route to 'Royal Residencies' and one Mercedes Benz rode on roads without a destination. It flowed away to an unknown path containing six craziest girls seeking adventure tonight.

"I Love You Shanaya", Jazz screamed high.

"Of course we all love Shanaya" the remaining girls howled in unison.

"I Love You all more than anything else", Shanaya said.

"And we all will keep loving each other no matter what obstacles we face", Kamya was in her as usual softening tone.

"Ah! let's take an oath today to remain soulmates for a period of each and every birth we incarnate upon the Earth", Pihu spread her right hand for initiating the pledge.

In some nano seconds five more hands sprung forward to form a layer one upon the other and they repeated the promise.

Shanaya gave the accelerator a little boost and the girls felt a thrust of the smooth breeze on their face with the illusion of moving green trees.

They almost came 10 Km far from the Temple area to find a renowned pub where only the moneybags of the city came to blow their minds away.

The board outside the pub read 'Flushing Liquids'. Stepping out of the car, the girls heeded towards the main gate. Colorful flashes illuminated the dark hall. People in individuals, couples and groups shook their body parts in various directions, jumping and throwing their hands up and down in care-free moods. The dancing hormones suddenly activated inside the girls and they joined the hopping mob.

The only motto tonight was to drink, dance, laugh, flirt and repeat. Passing on seducing looks to the party perverts and then swatting them away with swearing words was source of amusement. For many times the pub guard had to interrupt to resolve the quarreling issues. And rest was fun.

Flushing up several shots of vodka into her throat, Swara suffered a serious hangover instantly. The remaining girls drank within limits but every time Swara used to cross the drinking boundaries. The only philosophy propounded behind her extra-alcoholic nature was that she drank to vomit up the torture of her step-mother.

The girl's swag was in full fervor which was the major party attraction. The rocking and popping continued in full swing. The buzz in the party was all about six absolutely out of the world girls who danced and drank like aliens. However, the girls enjoyed the unnecessary attention with due respect. Drunk people are the most innocent ones.

At approx 3 a.m the girls felt the need to go to their homes and lay upon their extra-expensive soft quilts and feel the hug of warm pillows.

Recovering from the euphoria of the most successful birth day bash ever, Shanaya loaded her friends in the car and ignited the engine.

She gave the car a bit start and it came up to the level of road. The car headlight enlightened the dark road. But there were more than one pair of headlights beaming up on the roadway. The girls turned back to identify the source of another headlights and their heart skipped several beats.