PARTY
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Bela came down after freshening up and found Mahir transformed into a laid-back look: a plain white loose t-shirt, denim pants, and a denim cap. He looked effortlessly handsome, helping his friends unpack a mountain of food packages. The rest of the gang was similarly dressed, with the girls donning denim shorts. She couldn't help but notice the uniformity.
"Why are you all dressed the same?" Bela asked, curiosity evident in her tone.
Ruhaan beamed. "Oh, it's our party tradition! We always wear a dress code. Each party, one of us gets to decide the theme."
Bela's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? That's... interesting."
Tanya, ever the instigator, grinned. "So, if you're part of our gang, you should join in! We can find something for you."
Bela looked perplexed, glancing at Mahir for guidance. He simply blinked at her, signaling that she should do whatever felt comfortable. Raima, observing their silent exchange, smiled to herself, sensing an unspoken connection between them.
Pratham, ever the voice of reason, chimed in, "There's no pressure, Bela. It's just Ruhaan's crazy rule. You can totally ignore it if you want. It's not that serious."
Ruhaan shot Pratham a mock glare. "Hey! It's not crazy. It's fun."
Their friendly bickering put Bela at ease. She decided to embrace the spontaneity. "You know what? I'd love to join in your crazy traditions. I can be a bit crazy myself."
Mahir just suppressed a laugh, thinking his friends had no idea how crazy she's.
Ruhaan and Daksh's eyes lit up in unison. Daksh gave her a high five, declaring, "Welcome to the club, partner in crime!"
Tanya clapped her hands. "Perfect! I have a spare outfit in the closet. Come with me."
Bela followed Tanya, still a bit shocked at the realization that the group kept spare clothes at Mahir's place. As they walked, she glanced around, noticing the comfortable familiarity the group had with the space.
"We often hang out here," Tanya explained, as if reading her mind. "We even have a guest room all for ourselves. Sometimes we end up crashing here after parties."
Bela chuckled. "That sounds... cozy."
They reached the guest room, and Tanya pulled out a denim dress from the closet. "Here you go. This should fit you perfectly."
Bela held the dress up to herself, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thanks, Tanya. This is really nice of you."
"No worries," Tanya said with a grin. "You're one of us now. Go change, and we'll see you back in the living room."
Bela changed quickly and returned to the living room, where the group was now setting up drinks and snacks. She received a round of approving nods and smiles.
Despite the group's warm welcome, Bela couldn't help but feel a bit shy in the outfit. The denim shorts felt unfamiliar, reaching just mid-thigh. While she wore modern clothes back home, this was the first time she felt so casual, so free. Growing up in a traditional city, she had always been mindful of her attire, wary of drawing unwanted attention from her relatives who were quick to judge. Her father never restricted her choices, but she preferred to stay under the radar, avoiding gossip and speculation.
Now, standing among new friends in a city far from her home, she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. She realized she could finally enjoy these little things she had always craved. Life had handed her an opportunity to live without the constant scrutiny of her hometown.
"You look great," Mahir said, his eyes twinkling with warmth.
Bela felt a rush of redness on her cheeks. "Thanks. This is all... new to me, but I like it."
Raima, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "You fit right in, Bela. We're glad to have you."
The group gathered around, ready to start the party. Ruhaan raised a glass. "To new friends and crazy traditions!"
"Cheers!" everyone echoed, clinking their glasses together.
As the evening progressed, Bela found herself laughing, chatting, and feeling more at home with each passing moment. She discovered that Tanya was not only a badass but also had a heart of gold. Daksh's playful nature kept everyone entertained, while Pratham's responsible demeanor balanced out the group's antics. Raima, though quiet, had a sharp wit that she wielded sparingly but effectively. Ruhaan, full of goofy and funny, kept the energy high and the laughter constant.
The aroma of biryani wafted through the room, and Bela felt an instant appetite. "That smells amazing," she said, her stomach growling.
Raima smiled. "It's from Pratham's restaurant. He's a fantastic cook."
Bela turned to Pratham, surprised. "Really? You own a restaurant?"
Ruhaan nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, this man here looks so simple but is very rich and owns three big restaurants in the city. And we love to have free food from him."
Bela chuckled, impressed. "That's incredible. What does everyone else do?"
Raima answered, "I'm a physiotherapist. Tanya and Daksh are software engineers working at the same company. And Ruhaan... well, he just brews coffee."
Ruhaan immediately looked offended. "I don't just brew coffee. I'm the owner of a café."
Raima rolled her eyes. "That's what I said."
The group laughed at their banter, and Bela felt a warm sense of belonging. At one point, Ruhaan and Daksh started a playful argument over who could eat the most spicy wings.
Tanya rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amusement. "These idiots," she muttered fondly, while Daksh egged them on, making exaggerated bets.
Mahir, watching Bela integrate seamlessly with his friends, felt a sense of satisfaction. He caught her eye and smiled, mouthing, "Welcome."
The party was in full swing, and the living room buzzed with energy. Music blared from the speakers as the group danced and sang along, laughter and joy filling the space.
Bela felt more at ease than she had in a long time, letting the rhythm guide her movements.
As the music transitioned to a slower, more melodic song, everyone urged Bela to sing. With a bit of coaxing, she took center stage, her voice soon filling the room with a sweet, soulful rendition of a popular tune. Her friends were captivated, applauding her heartfelt performance.
'Willow' by Taylor Swift.
"Wow, Bela, you have an amazing voice!" Ruhaan exclaimed, clapping enthusiastically.
"Seriously, you're incredible," Tanya added, nodding in agreement.
Bela looked over Mahir expecting his reaction but when she found him recording her in his mobile, she turned shy. He gave her thumbs up while mouthing she's soulful voice.
She smiled and shaking her head in a thank you.
Daksh, ever the entertainer, decided to keep the momentum going. "Alright, it's time for a duet dance. Tanya, care to join me?"
Tanya rolled her eyes with a grin. "Sorry, Daksh. You know I can't dance to save my life."
Undeterred, Daksh turned to Raima. "How about you, Raima?"
Before Raima could respond, Ruhaan swooped in, grabbing her hand. "She's dancing with me!" he declared, pulling her to dance with him.
Raima laughed, playfully protesting, "Ruhaan, let go!"
Daksh, pretending to be wounded, scanned the room. His eyes landed on Bela, but before he could say anything, Mahir stepped forward.
"She's with me," Mahir said firmly, pulling Bela closer. She blushed, feeling shy with his sudden protectiveness.
Daksh huffed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Let's see who's left."
Everyone started chanting, "Pratham! Pratham!"
Pratham, who had been quietly enjoying the scene, suddenly found himself the center of attention.
"Wait, what? No, no, no," he said, holding up his hands in defense.
Daksh, seizing the opportunity, placed his hands on Pratham's shoulders, playfully trying to lead him to a side. "Come on, buddy. It's your turn!"
Pratham's eyes widened in mock horror. "Get off me, Daksh!" He shoved Daksh away, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Come on, Pratham, show us your moves!" Tanya teased.
Pratham shook his head, chuckling. "Not a chance. I'm good right here."
The room erupted into laughter, and even Pratham couldn't help but join in. Bela felt a warmth spread through her as she watched the playful camaraderie. She realized she had found something special with this group.
As the night went on, the music picked up again, and the group continued to dance and sing, the bonds of friendship growing stronger with each shared laugh and playful jest. Mahir held Bela close as they swayed to the music, her heart swelling with contentment. She knew she had found a place where she truly belonged.
While dancing, Mahir asked Bela if she was fine. She nodded and smiled, saying she was having so much fun and loving every bit of it here. She also thanked him for helping her.
Mahir waved it off. "It's not needed. I'm glad to help you."
He pulled her closer by her waist, his eyes locking with hers. "Are you tired?"
Bela couldn't help but let out a yawn, and Mahir chuckled. "Okay, I think that's a sign. Let's call it a night."
Tanya and Raima headed to the guest room to sleep, while the boys sprawled out on the sofas, too exhausted to even wash their faces. Mahir let it be, thinking they were already wasted.
He turned to see Bela, but she wasn't there. He looked around and found her climbing the stairs to the terrace with a wine bottle in her hand. His heart skipped a beat as he rushed after her.
"Bela, wait up!" he called out, following her up to the terrace.
On the terrace, the night air was cool, and the city lights twinkled below. Bela stood at the edge, looking out over the city, the bottle loosely held in one hand. She turned as she heard Mahir approaching.
"Hey," she greeted him softly, her expression contemplative.
Mahir walked over, gently taking the bottle from her hand. "What are you doing up here?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"I just needed a moment," she replied, her eyes reflecting the city lights. "It's been such a whirlwind of a day. I guess I just wanted to take it all in."
Mahir nodded, understanding. He placed the bottle on a nearby table and stood beside her, looking out over the city. "It's a lot to process, isn't it?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "But in a good way. I haven't felt this free in a long time."
They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the night enveloping them in its tranquility.
Mahir then looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. "You know, you don't need a wine bottle to enjoy the view."
Bela chuckled, her tension easing. "I guess not."
"I am always here to listen or anything.", he said looking into her eyes. She blinked and smiled gratefully at him.
"I know.", she said in a whisper.
Mahir reached out, gently taking her hand. "Come on, let's sit down for a bit."
They moved to a bench on the terrace, sitting close together. The night was peaceful, and the city's distant hum was almost like a lullaby.
"Thank you, Mahir," Bela said quietly, her head resting on his shoulder. "For everything. For being here, for making me feel welcome."
Mahir squeezed her hand. "You don't have to thank me, Bela. I'm just glad you're here."
As they sat together, a sense of calm washed over Bela. She realized that this new chapter in her life was off to a wonderful start, with Mahir and his friends by her side. She felt a warmth in her heart, knowing she had found a place where she truly belonged.
After a while, Mahir noticed Bela's eyes starting to droop.
"Looks like someone is ready to crash," he said softly.
Bela nodded, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. "Yeah, I think I am."
Mahir stood up and helped her to her feet. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
As Bela tried to stand up, she wobbled slightly, her exhaustion making it hard for her to keep her balance.
Mahir quickly noticed and without a second thought, he scooped her up in his arms.
"Whoa, easy there," he said with a gentle smile.
Bela smiled back, feeling a mix of surprise and warmth.
"Thank you," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her hands around his neck. It felt natural, things she never did or experienced with anyone felt so effortless with Mahir.
Mahir carried her down the stairs, careful with each step.
"You know, you don't have to push yourself so hard," he said softly. "You can let go and trust that we're here for you."
Bela's heart swelled at his words. She had always been the one to take care of others, to make sure everything was in order. But with Mahir, she felt she could let her guard down, even if just a little.
"I know," she whispered. "It's just... new for me. But it feels good."
Mahir smiled, feeling a rush of affection for her. "I'm glad to hear that."
As Mahir carried Bela to her room, she noticed how messy it was. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and the remnants of the night's party were scattered around. Feeling a pang of embarrassment, she lifted her head slightly.
"I should help clean this up," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "We both have work tomorrow. I don't want to feel ungrateful."
Mahir shook his head, his expression soft and reassuring. "No, you need to rest. I'll handle it. Don't worry about anything."
Bela looked at him, her eyes full of gratitude and a hint of exhaustion. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden," Mahir replied firmly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Besides, I've got this. Just focus on getting some sleep."
Feeling reassured, Bela rested her head back on his shoulder, allowing herself to relax as he carried her the rest of the way to her room. Once there, he gently placed her on the bed, careful not to disturb her further.
"Goodnight, Bela," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Goodnight, Mahir," she murmured, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes heavy with sleep but bright with gratitude.
As Mahir turned off the light and quietly left the room, Bela felt a deep sense of peace. She wrapped herself in the blanket, the warmth of Mahir's kindness lingering like a comforting embrace. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly safe and at home.
With a final sigh of contentment, she closed her eyes, ready to face whatever adventures tomorrow would bring, knowing that with Mahir by her side, she could handle anything.
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