1. The night

Amayra

"Fuck", I yelled, spitting out the stupid vodka on the bartender's face. He got stunned by my action but remained silent. Who wanted to mess with the granddaughter of Shashankveer Mehta?

"Is this what you call a tough shot?", I barked. I had already four drinks and I wanted more. However, this stupid club was not up to my standard.

"Amayra", Lizel jerked me. "You've had enough. Are you forgetting that tomorrow is your engagement?"

I wrapped my hand around her neck and picked up another drink. The bartender guy was still shaking in fear as I could fire him anytime.

"Liz, are you forgetting that today is my bachelorette party", I giggled, finishing the fifth drink. "Fuck engagement and fuck marriage. I'm just gonna enjoy this night", I threw my hand and cheered aloud. "Yoho"

"You're totally drunk now, girl", she muttered. We joined our gang on the dance floor.

"Amy is in the mood today, no?", Rinny said aloud. I just shook my head while dancing with the beat.

"Your phone is ringing, Amy", John pointed at my purse.

"It must be, Dada", I frowned, making a blank face. I told him not to disturb me tonight. I was willing to do everything he wanted. At least, he could listen to me for once. I was gonna tied up with some man for my whole life whom I didn't even know. Nonetheless, I agreed to marry him for my grandfather's sake.

I took out my phone and went to the corner of the club to pick up the call.

"Yes, Dada", I gulped, trying to be as much stable as possible.

"Are you drunk, Amu", Dada spat from the other side. "You said you were just partying with your friends"

"Party means getting drunk, no dada?", I laughed out.

"You have lost it, Amu. Come back home fast. Tomorrow is your engagement and I don't want any complication. I'm sending Dhruv to fetch you", he grumbled.

"Why do you always stick that kiddo after me?", I shrugged. "I'll be home on time. Don't send anyone. Love you, Dada. Bye"

"Amu", I heard him still cut the call.

Turning back to the dance floor, I strived to find my gang. What the fuck! Where did they vanish suddenly? I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision. Still, I couldn't find them. That club was huge enough. The biggest club of Albania, settled by the largest lake in the town. I came out of the cabin and walked by the lobby. It was an open area with another bunch of flocks and various kinds of alcohol.

My legs were trembling as I became imbalanced. These assholes knew that I was drunk. How the fuck they left me alone here to rot?

While rushing through the lobby with my unstable body, I bumped into something hard.

"Ouch", I hissed, touching my nose. Alcohol had definitely made me blind that I couldn't spot a pillar in front of me.

I was about to lose my balance and collapse on the ground when something strong like pillars wrapped around my torso.

That pillar had held me! How can a pillar grip me like this? Fuck! Amyra it's not a pillar. That's a human! A man!

I attempted to open my eyes in that drowsy situation. With the blue light coming from the cabins near to me, I could manage to see his face and the appearance.

My goodness! I was six feet and four inches tall. I never thought I could find someone who could match my height at least. He was literally half an inch taller than me. The first thing I spotted was our eyes met without any difficulty.

My hands were placed on his hard chest which felt no less than metal. It rose up and down when he inhaled and exhaled the breath. I felt my body heating up with his existence.

What the fuck is happening to you, Amayra? You haven't seen his face yet.

My vision wasn't supporting me to look at him well. He was silent until I strived to shove his hands from my torso.

"Thank you", I mumbled, releasing myself from his tender arms. It didn't feel bad at all.

"You're looking for something", his heavy harsh voice pinched my ears. Was that the effect of alcohol or his voice was actually arousing me?

"My friends", I muttered, stepping back. I was tripping over the lobby while handling my body to stay stable.

"Where are they?", he husked.

"I don't know", I looked back again and turned to him. It was getting late and I didn't want dada to scold me a night before my engagement. I strived to pass him but again felt his long arms around my waist.

I was wearing a black leather dress which melted to my body and I could completely feel his touch. To look at him, I turned back.

How dare he to touch me abruptly? He should know that he is a stranger to me.

I glared at him, shoving his hand from my waist.

"Thank you for holding me when I was about to fall. But there was no need to touch me unnecessarily, Mr Whatever", I shrugged.

"You could've fallen again, Miss Whatever. You are badly drunk. Let's find your friends", he said.

Not a bad guy. I murmured into my mind.

However, he didn't know me and he thought I was like all those random girls who couldn't even hold a drink.

"Thanks for the concern", I grabbed my head. "But I'm a national level athlete Mr Whatever. I can handle a thousand drink at once. It's tough to arouse me soon"

"Oh! Is that so, Miss Athlete? Sorry for underestimating. Please!", he spread his hand to show me the path and gave me the space to go. Glancing at him for once, I took a few steps, holding my balance and passed through him.

Bang! Unfortunately, after taking two more steps, I fall on the ground.

"Fuck", I screamed, holding my arm.

In no time, I heard a roll of laughter around me. As I looked around, I discover all the chicks with their fucking boyfriends or fuckmates, whatever they are, laughing at me. My vision was still blurred and I could hardly see anything.

"Ahh", I grabbed my butt cheek as I strived to get up, discovering the long legs with black polished shoes and grey denim.

"Miss athlete! Are you done showing your capability?", he mocked me with a smirk of sarcasm. I glared at him. Although I hadn't caught his glimpse yet, I could figure out by the voice that it was him.

He knelt before me and proceed with his hand.

"Come on. There's no connection between being an athlete and getting drunk. Alcohol doesn't care if you are an athlete or a random girl", he asserted.

Was I crushing on his voice? Damn! That voice is so hot?

"Come on, Miss Whatever. Give me your hand. I'm not flattering you", he giggled.

Finding no other way, I held his tough hand as he wrapped his arm around me.

"Are you a player?", he asked. "Your arms are stiff"

"Wrestler", I replied proudly.

"Then I have to be careful", he sarcastically said.

"You shouldn't act like this. You're tough enough to defend", I muttered.

He helped me to stand and then brought me to the stool which was placed at the edge of the lobby. He sat beside me. I grabbed my head, trying to get rid of the pathetic hangover.

"Where do you live? Address?", he asked, taking a tequila shot.

"I don't remember", I muttered in a drowsy voice.

"Fuck, girl! You're just drunk, you haven't gone through a memory loss. How don't you remember your address?", he gaped.

"I don't know", I was busy in nuzzling my forehead while closing my eyes.

"Athlete!", he sarcastically laughed.

"Don't you dare to mock this", I immediately opened my eyes and shot him a glare.

"Apologise. Now, where should I leave you? Your friends are nowhere", he asked.

"Just fuck off. I will go on my own", I grumbled, taking another drink.

"I can see that"

My phone rang again.

"Dada", I grumbled, looking at the screen. "That groom must be enjoying with his gang and fucking some bitches right now. And my dada is asking me to stay at home", I cut the call. I didn't realize that I was next to that guy and he could hear me.

"Groom?", he frowned, finishing the tequila.

"Yeah. My groom", I chuckled.

"So, I'm sitting with a bride?", he asked in curiosity.

"Sort of"

"But how can you be so sure that your groom is partying right now and fucking other girls?", he inquired.

"Come on, he is....", I was talking aloud. However, then I realised I shouldn't talk about my would-be husband before everyone. I lowered my voice and leaned to him. "He is the leader of the biggest mafia gang", I whispered.

"Mafia?", he exclaimed.

"Yes. And you know how these mafia people are. They have no morals and they love fucking around", I grumbled. "Though I heard he is the CEO of a renowned tobacco company, who cares?"

"So, you are insecure?", he giggled.

"Why shouldn't I? I'll be marrying once in a lifetime. I can tolerate all the mafia things but I can't tolerate my husband to be a non-virgin", I didn't know why I was saying all this to a stranger. But sometimes we could share many things with a stranger which we couldn't share with anyone else.

"Are you a virgin?", he questioned abruptly as I spat out the drink and looked at him in disbelief.

"Who are you to ask me that?", I frowned.

"Sorry for the question. But if you're having a problem with him, why are you getting married?", he asked.

"Because I love my dada, my grandfather. Moreover, I didn't get an appropriate person to fall in love with. I'm twenty-two and I can't turn down dada every time", I explained.

"Fair enough", he said.

We looked at the lake through the glass wall while finishing the shots one by one, without looking at each other.

Suddenly, I felt something against my waist. My heart sank right there. Is he touching me? I immediately glared at him as he wrapped my waist with his long tough arm, pulling me close to him. It happened so quick that I couldn't understand what to do. When I realized, it was too late. He had locked me with his arms, pressing my body with him.

"You're stiff but so delicate", he rasped into my ears as I feel something warm against my skin. His breath! It smells so good.

Heck, Amy, you're drunk. Stop crushing over guys.

"What the fuck are you doing?", I strived to push him away but this alcohol had made me so fucking weak right then that I couldn't even stand properly.

"You need a place to sleep", his heavy-husky voice felt so soothing to me at moment.

It was hard for the men to catch my attention. I was tough to be impressed by any random man. And here, without even seeing the face of this guy properly, I was totally crushing on his voice and his hard masculine body, although he was trying to cross his limits by touching me like this. Was he taking advantage of this situation?

"I'm fine. You can fuck off. Leave me alone", I shrugged off.

"Come on. You can hardly stand here, not you remember your address. I can't leave you here like this", he said in a concern filled voice.

"Why? Who are you? Why are you even caring for me so much?", I gulped, not trying to rescue myself anymore.

I remained wrapped with his arms when I felt my head becoming heavier.

"Sometimes we don't need to know someone", he husked and lifted me in his arms abruptly before I could realize anything. I panicked.

"Hey! What are you doing?", I yelled but there were only drunk fellows around us who didn't even pay attention.

I kept throwing my hands and legs to get down from his arms but his stiff arms were enough stronger to hold me tight. He kept walking despite my thousands of slaps on his chest. I was barking on his face and cursing him when he put me on a bed.

"Stop yelling. You can sleep here until you recall the address", he frowned and went to a couch on the opposite side.

My eyes opened wide, trying to see his face clearly. However, my vision was still blurred. I could see him sitting in front of me. It helped me to spot his body structure more clear. His legs were long enough to take away the breath of any girl. He had worn a formal white shirt and black pants. His sleeves were folded until his elbow, revealing his muscles.

"You're guarding me or what?", I mumbled in a tipsy tone. Something struck me as I peered at him in amazement. "Dada sent you, right?"

"What?", he sarcastically laughed. "Your dada? I don't even know who he is. And why would he send anyone?"

"Don't lie. You're roaming around me for a long time", I passed him a blank look.

"Maybe, he had sent you to keep an eye on me so that I couldn't mess up before my engagement"

"Oh! So, you love to mess up?", he smirked.

"I don't know", I looked down.

"You're not happy? Tomorrow is your engagement", he reminded me.

"Is it necessary to be happy?", I shrugged. He turned on my anger button unknowingly.

"Of course. After all, people get married once in a lifetime. Well, some of them do that twice or thrice. But mostly once", he said.

"And I'm one of them. Doing this shit. I'm just a fucking virgin girl who saved her heart and her virginity only for a man. And suddenly she gets to know she's fucking getting married to a gangsta! What should she expect? A virgin mafia?", I mocked with a sarcastic smile.

There was not a slight sound of anything except for the sound of our breathing for a long time.

"Why not?", he finally spoke, resting his elbow on the arm of the couch. "Who knows if he is too waiting for you to lose it?"

"Huh? You made me laugh", I laughed out. "He is waiting for me to lose his virginity? I heard he is 33. How can he even hold his desires for someone for so long time? Moreover, he is the leader of a mafia gang. They don't have morals. He must have fucked countless bitches"

I was so pissed on that person, my would-be husband. Although it was destined for me, I couldn't digest the reality soon. I didn't wanna be a second woman in that person's life who would be the first for me. At least, I was not among those girls who could easily fall into a trap like, 'A guy can fuck countless girls, but his love is only for you'

What a crap man! I wanted to be his love and lust. Both!

"So, you are confident that he is not a virgin and you are not the first woman of his life?", he spoke again, this time more curiously.

"Yes", I grasped. "And why am I even telling you all this? You're not gonna change this"

"I can if you want", he said.

"What?", I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs on the bed.

He said nothing, instead, he smirked at me and got up, taking long steps to reach me. My blurry vision was still glued to him when he leaned towards me, resting his palms on the bed.

"You can make it equal", he whispered close to my face.

"I didn't get you", I mumbled as I felt his hand on mine.

He moved his fingers up to my arm, rolling against my skin. It occurred goosebumps all over my body. I was already weakened by his gestures and his touch was making me more anxious.

"Why not losing it right now, right here to me?", he blasted a bomb before me by directly approaching me to fuck! Really? What did he just say? Or I was taking it wrong. Maybe, he meant something.

My jaw dropped when I stared at him with my drowsy eyes.

"Sorry?", I grumbled as his hand reached to my shoulder. He tickled there while putting his index finger under the strap of my dress, giving shivers down to my spine.