Arav's POV
I opened up my eyes, I was feeling very heavy, I must have drunk too much last night. However, my eyes frowned when I saw Twinkle laying over me, hugging me tightly while her soft boobs were on my mouth, and I was literally sucking it, I gulped, and then lift the blanket, found myself naked along with her, I immediately pushed her away so that she fell on the floor.
“ Ah.. umm.. ” she woke up while yawning whereas I was glaring at her coldly.
“ How come I'm here? ” I yelled at her while she blushed which made me mad at her. I just hate her blush while looking at me, It just makes me fill with disgust.
“ Ah, um, why are you asking me this, don't you know why you are here, huh? ” she said while blushing, I frowned as I really had some images of last night. I clenched my fists, and looked at her coldly, and then yelled
“ GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ”
She frowned and stood up immediately,
“ But, but, you yourself do this... I, I just.. ”
“ I said LEAVE ” I again yelled at her, she got stiffened and ran out while crying.
I sighed and held my forehead that was aching now.
***
I do remember the day when I received the warning from my grandpa that if I didn't marry the girl he chose for me, he would give his all property to some random orphanage, I laughed by listening to him as if I really cared about these things. No one could make me do what I don't want, let alone the big decision of my life. Moreover, I knew that he was just blabbering, he couldn't do that in reality as he loved me very much. There is only one bad thing in him that he thinks that he knew me very much, he thought that he knew what is better for me more than myself, actually, it's indeed true, but as a mature man, it irritated me that I was so predictable to my grandfather, and because of that I used to have many arguments with him.
Though I was sure that I'm gonna reject that girl, only because she was selected by him, but I was interested to meet her, after all, I wanted to know what my grandfather thought about my choice. However, when I met her in the night pub, I was disappointed, as my grandfather clearly knew what kind of man I was, a literal playboy, who wants to fuck hot babes, I liked the girl with big ass, fluffy boobs or at least who dressed revealing clothes, but I was surprised to see a girl who came to the night club, wearing jeans and shirt, I couldn't even scan her body, I couldn't guess what type of figure she had, however, her plane but the angry face, her calmness really had something that was grabbing my attention to look more at her.
Sometimes my gaze was scanning her but sometimes, It was checking her sexy sister, fuck that girl, she was looking damn hot, and her actions, her gaze were all telling me that she wanted me to do something to her. However, I wasn't that interested in her, I had fucked many more hot bitches than her. I was interested in the simplest one, but I didn't show it.
Her simplicity was somehow making its place in my heart, but still, she was behaving very innocent and reserve type of girl, which I didn't like, she wasn't my type of girl, I wanted the girl who would be daring, I teased her so many times, humiliated her in front of my friends, but she didn't fight back, she didn't take her side, she was to week, and at that time I decided that she wasn't the girl I want. By that time, I decided to enjoy the night with her sister who was dying to have a taste of my body, so, as a playboy, how could I not fulfill her wish, I drove her to the dance floor, and in dancing, I gave her the pleasure of my body, everyone was dancing there, but nobody knew that she was actually enjoying the touch of my di*c, her hands were in my pant and my hands were cupping her boobs. She wasn't satisfied yet, she wanted me to give her more, I had scanned her figure, she had a big ass, and fluffy boobs, she must have fucked by many men, and was now a whore pretending to be an innocent teen girl, I liked those type of girls, as I didn't have to give any commitment to them, only enjoy the sex. Wow, what a lovely life I had, fucking every girl. I was so happy and carefree at that time, hadn't expected that my life was going to mess up with me.
The next day, I told my grandpa that I wasn't going to marry that girl, she wasn't of my type, but hadn't expected that he was a step ahead of me, he set up the whole tour with her, and I couldn't reject it as I wanted money from him and I thought her presence wouldn't affect me, so I agreed, but don't know why her presence was giving me a strange feeling. Every time, I was looking at her, her innocent face was doing something to me, my subconscious mind was telling me to see her more.
I didn't know when, her nature of being reserved, responsible and ideal, started taking its place in my heart, I gradually started respecting her ideology, I felt she was different, I felt the man who would marry such a reserved woman must be very lucky. However, I kept scolding me to think highly of her as if I fell for her, which meant I lose to my grandpa, he would again nag that he knew me much better than me, this time I wanted to prove to him that not every time he could predict me, I'm mature now and I know what's better for me, and for this, I must not fell for her.