Vivaan's POV

"Where the hell are you taking me Varun?" I asked Varun who was driving.

"We need to go somewhere and before that I need to give you a nice grooming session." Said he.

"What? Grooming session?" Asked I.

"Yeah! In your home." Said he as we drove into our mansion in Mumbai.

We got inside the building and I directed Varun to my room. He immediately walked inside my walkin closet and got inside my clothes.

"What are you even trying to do?" Asked I.

"Just wait a minute." Said he as he walked out with a pair of ripped jeans and a black coloured hoodie t-shirt.

I changed into them from my three piece suite and he pulled me outside. We again drove in his car to his appartment and he got onto a green coloured Kawasaki Ninja 1000.

He took out two matching black and green combinationed helmets.

He gave me one and I did wear it and we got onto his bike and speeded out. We drove for more than an hour and reached a hilly area near Mumbai. Varun stopped at the edge of a hill and we got off the bike and waited there for someone who was going to join us in our biker's treat. There came a yellow coloured sports bike.

They bike stopped just beside ours and a woman got down from the bike and stretched out her matching yellow helmet.

And guess what? It was Girijah. Today at the morning when I saw her, she looked like she had changed but no. She remained the tomboy I saw her ten years ago. She had said me once that her dream was to buy a yellow sports bike and today she has it well. I really like that.

"Well Gir this is Vivaan, my friend." Introduced Varun.

"And Vivaan this is Girijah my fiancée." Said Varun to me.

We shared our formal Hi hellos and then Girijah spoke out, "So! Varun! Why did you call me here?" She said sternly.

"Gir today is Vivaan's birthday and I wanna show him how we celebrate birthdays." Said Varun winking at Girijah.

"Well then come on!" Said Girijah as she walked to her bikeand kiked the engine to life.

Varun and my bike followed her's. We celebrated the whole day in long drives in the outskirts of Mumbai, having lunch in a Dhaba and hitting shots in a nightclub at night.