Third Person's POV

The cold breeze was blowing outside as the cold water ran down through Dhruv Ahuja's naked body. The tiny shower room wasn't able to control his growls as he stroked his girth, thinking about a certain one as the chilled water running through it. 

He was a man with a good 6'2 height and a structure that could make girls go weak on their knees. Those muscles bulging out of the shirt he wears daily doesn't justify it. With midnight black eyes with raven hair that were always gelled off to perfection, he was the definition of perfection. Even in his usual shirt and slack he slays. 

His eyebrows were full that one could get jealous of and his nose was in the perfect aristocratic way, the prominent cheeks and the sharp jawline that was always highlighted since his jaw was always clenched.

This man was strict would be an understatement. Even during his own birthday he would have a straight face, something Jhanvi has fell for. Not ready to bear even a single mistake, he can be awarded as the most strict teacher by Mithibai too. 

He could hear the loud music playing down as he stopped the water. Picking up the towel from that he kept on the door, he wiped his face before wrapping it around his waist. 

His bulge which was since he saw her, was not getting in control by the piece of cloth. 

As he picked up his outfit which a was a black button down shirt along with black jeans, putting it on. As he wore the shirt, he walked to the only window in his office which was covered with fog due to the AC inside. 

Looking down he saw her, clicking some pictures with her friends while the Principal was giving a thank you speech. 

Chuckling at her craziness, her looked at her again, finding her looking towards his window only. But he knows she can't see anything unlike him, who can. 

As he sprayed the Dolce and Gabbana around his frame his thoughts went back to her. 

The first time he saw Jhanvi was when she joined the college. Her sister, Sakshi was a good friend of his. That time he got extremely hard as he saw just in a flowy, floral dress, but then shrugged it off thinking it because of his sexual listlessness but that grew even more according to time. 

He blamed himself, because that time she was just a kid. But then the shock was visible in his face when she stated about her feelings for him. 

That was 2 years back when she was 21 and he was 27 and that was the main barrier. Other than that he couldn't think what their family and the society would think if he openly reciprocated his feelings. 

At first he thought this was just a infatuation but then with days his feelings increased. She openly said that she liked him, but he didn't had the courage to. 

If it was him, he wouldn't care, but it was her. And he fucking damn cared. 

But now he isn't going to control himself. She is going to be graduated in a few weeks and it's high time she should know it's her, about him he thinks when he sleeps and wakes up. 

Only he knows how he controlled his family and his over excited mother for years. They were really persistent on getting him married but then when she is his, he is hers too. 

His trail of thoughts broke as his phone rang with his mother's name flashing on the screen. 

"Bittu," He cringed at the name, his soften features hardening as a growl got out of his mouth making his mother click her tongue dramatically. 

"Sorry, Dhruv. I am just outside your college beta. C'mon, come out and drop me home." She said in a sweet tone, making her first born roll his eyes. 

"Stay there, I am coming." He said in one go and disconnected his phone. 

He had a really good relationship with his family and even more with his mother, but it's just that she irks him sometimes, being the wing-woman between some random girl and him. Just like she did today morning, when she asked him to pick her up from their home. 

Dhruv have been living in his separate apartment ever since he got his job in Mithibai as the Analytical Chemistry professor. His apartment was just a few kilometers away from his home and he even had his bestfriend living in the same building, just two floors below. 

Taking his keys and taking out the unnecessary thoughts out from his mind, he went out of his cabin in the third floors corridor of the Chemestry department's building. 

In his outfit he would have taken the back gates but his mother would have difficulties in find it so he jogged down. Putting on his black glasses, his face morphed a neutral look as he heard some gasps coming from people's mouth, some from teacher's and some student's. 

He glared at a student who requested to click a picture with him, scaring the poor child off. He got up in his pace as he noticed her leaving. Not that he had anything to say but just to get a last glimpse. 

That also reminds him, he has to speak to her about his thoughts for her, which aren't too innocent. 

He saw her getting to the KIA parked beside his Range Rover. He saw her going to the driver's seat and knocking in there and saying something to the person sitting there. In a few seconds the door opened as a lady wearing an ethnic outfit, of some 25 years got out and went to the back seat. 

He saw her getting inside the driver's seat and her friend who is with her in the entire college time, getting beside her. That also reminds him, he need to talk to that girl's parents about her falling percentage. 

Dhruv shook his head as her mother stood near his car, looking at the girls keenly. He knew what was coming next. 

As he got near, his mother turned and looked at him with a enthusiastic face, almost confirming his thoughts. 

"You saw that girl?" She asked sitting beside him as he got inside the car and opened the door for her. 

He just nodded stiffly. 

"I have seen her in Sheela's family functions." She started as she referred to her best friend back from her college time. 

"Isn't she so beautiful? Should I take to her family about your wedding?" 

He just stayed silent as his mother's eyes widened. This was the first time, he didn't glare or said a direct 'no' for marriage proposals and his mother wouldn't leave this chance. 

And maybe she didn't knew that her son was already smitten by the girl she was talking about. 

But was she talking about his girl? 

*

"Girls, where to?" 

Ashna and Jhanvi, who were in their shorts and and cropped hoodies, stopped stuffing things in their bag and turned as they heard Jhanvi's mother's voice. 

Both of them looked at each other wide eyes, as they slowly turned back and looked at Ekta Verma who had her arms crossed in front of her chest and was leaning on the door jam, looking at the girls with narrowed eyes. 

In real they were going to join their friends in a club for party. They have decided about this long back and now after all the members of their family slept, they were going to leave. 

Soumya, their not-so-happy partner in crime, was already waiting down. They would have taken their makeup and clothes to Soumya's practice place and change there and left for the party but, of course, they can't get out of the sharp gaze of their mother. 

Placing a big, fake smile in their face, they looked at the lady Sherlock Holmes. 

"Ma sleep over. We just got a call from our friend and I was going to tell you after this, I swear." Jhanvi quickly made up, her smile permanently on her face. 

"Okay," Her mother trialed, her eyes scanning their outfit and finding nothing suspicious. 

"Which friend?" She asked again. 

Jhanvi nudged Ashna who was sweating as hell. 

"Uh.. Shilpa. Shilpa Shet-, Shilpa Sharma." She came up with a name quickly, nearly saying Shilpa Shetty which got her aunt narrow her narrowed eyes even more. 

"Shilpa Sharma huh? I have never heard of this name. Who is she? New girl?" She investigated further. 

"Ma you don't even have an ounce of trust on us. I never expected this from you. Here, talk to her. Take this." Jhanvi's voice turned hurt as she blamed her mother and thrashed her phone on her mother's hand. 

Ekta glanced at the phone, finding a number with a name 'Shilpa' saved and turned to look at her daughters in front of her as her eyes softened. 

She went forward and ran her hands through both of their hair and smiling at them. 

"Go, enjoy. Tomorrow is a holiday, so no need to worry much. My babies, bye." She kissed their foreheads, making a full blown smile appear on their face as they kissed of her cheeks and went out of their room after waving at her mother. 

Jhanvi petted Bernie who was sleeping but woke when she heard footsteps and got out. As soon as the door of their flat closed, they both looked at each other and let out a breathe which they were holding since they saw her mother. 

"Damn! I really thought we were going to be grounded for a month this time. I am really thinking how the fuck can she believe us. Like we were sweating so bad. She could have caught us in a second. How did she let us go? Is she possessed or something?" Ashna ranted as she whispered yelled. 

The lift before them opened and the girls got inside. 

"She knows." Jhanvi said as a smile got onto her face. 

"Huh?" 

"She knows we are not going to any Shilpa's house. A little fun is allowed and she also knows Soumya di is coming, so she let us go." Jhanvi said to her bestie who now had a 'o' formed on her mouth. 

"By the way, whose number was that?" Ashna asked as they got out of the lift as it touched the ground floor. 

"Soumya di got a new SIM card a few days back. Mumma doesn't remembers it." She replied with a smirk. 

"Awww, my baby is grown up. C'mere lemme give you a kissy." Ashna pouted her lips puckering them out. 

"Ewwwwwwww. Stay away from me." Jhanvi yelled running off to her sister, cringing. 

*

The familiar KIA stopped in front of one of the best night clubs of Mumbai, Tunnel as the group of girls got out. 

Soumya was the first of come out. Wearing a black leggings with silk, deep neck, white shirt and open curly hair, she looked perfect for the night. Next was Ashna, who was wearing a shimmery, silver co-ord set which had a no-back top and short skirt. 

And at last was Jhanvi. Wearing a black corset, cropped top and black skirt hugging her mid thighs, she looked ravishing. Her chemically straightened hair was left free and falling on her sides till her waist and her face consisted a soft makeup look along with cute pink lips. 

The Weeknd- Blinding Lights was heard as the girls entered the place after showing the passes to the bouncers. 

As they entered, neon lights started falling on their faces with various sweaty bodies dancing  and brushing their bodies against each other. 

As they stood in the entrance people behind them started pushing them forward to the dance floor, clearing their path. 

Sharing a familiar look of mischief, Jhanvi and Ashna went to the dance floor as Soumya made her way to the bar. 

Pushing away dancing bodies, the girls made their way in the middle of the dance floor as they started twirling their bodies. 

"I've been tryna call" Ashna sang along the music running her hands through her hair. 

"I've been on my own for long enough" Jhanvi continued closing her eyes as the shots she took a few minutes ago started it's effect. 

"Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe, I'm going through withdrawals" Both of them yelled in chorus and a few people beside them joined them. 

Dancing and twirling against themselves, they took another shot of some drink from the waiter passing by as he looked at both them with lustful eyes. 

Jhanvi narrowed her eyes as she saw the waiter's hand approaching her back as her head suddenly started getting dizzy and her surrounding started spinning. 

Soon a familiar cologne reached her nostrils as her back crashed in a hard chest and warm hands slided around her waist, making her lean into the unfamiliar yet familiar embrace. 

"The hell are you doing here?" 

*****

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