" All firsts won't be memorable. Some will be experiences teaching lessons."

Perfect would be the perfect word to describe my life. Nothing can go wrong because I don't let go. I've planned every single event of my life. I don't like things going out of my hand. All my life I was never a choice to anyone; I'll be the only option. I like it that way.

Fighting for our rights and raising our voices for ourselves was the first step we should take if we want to change something. Dad and mom made Aditi and me strong enough to handle our problems.

I've completed my medicine and am all set for my master's in psychiatry. I aimed to be a child psychiatrist. I wanted to help those innocent souls who don't know what they're going through and can't explain. I was inspired to study psychiatry from my real-life experiences.

Though my dad wants me to study abroad, I don't want to leave everything behind, so I refused to shift.

Now I'm having the time of my life, spending time with family and friends before I shift to Mumbai for college. I like wandering around the city. Why not when your hometown is filled with adventures and explorable thrills?

I was on my way to dad's hotel to meet him. I was driving my car with all my focus, and what caught my attention was someone standing on the rail of the bridge. I was concerned that the person might jump off and kill himself.

I used reverse psychology. When a person doesn't listen straight, then going against them would work. But after knowing he wasn't killing himself, just enjoying the view, I literally wanted to disappear from this world.

Second-hand embarrassment. Shame morphed me, and he left no chance, making me feel awkward. How dare he say I escaped from a mental asylum?

Noted, he's a crackhead and arrogant brat. It's my fault for thinking to save him. Though he's handsome and those striking features were exceptional. He's wearing a leather jacket over a black T-shirt and black jeans. Messy hair fell over his forehead.

But that doesn't make him any less cocky. He's so full of him. Let him die; I don't care for strangers like him. I started to go to the hotel, and annoyingly, he followed me. Is he stalking me? Was he planning to do something bad?

Before he could think such things, I'd break his handsome face. However, I got my life's awful embarrassment when he said he's driving to the hotel.

Cursing my fate, I drove to the hotel. When I parked my car, this handsome idiot walked beside me. So daring of him to ask, I'm staying in the same hotel.

I think it's not my day. Upon all this Aditi dramebaaz. Noticing me talking with this Mr. Handsome, she concluded we're a thing.

"Aditi, will you stop talking about that straight-faced idiot?" At last I blasted on her.

Actually, it's the fury of that stranger. Poor Aditi became a victim.

"Di, whatever he's handsome." Aditi's crazy.

Sighing, I went to meet Papa. Aditi sealed her mouth, seeing Papa coming towards us. Papa would get us the world but won't hesitate when it comes to his reputation. Respect and reputation are his prides.

"Papa..." we said in unison.

Papa, smiling widely, walked us to his cabin.

"What's the matter? Two cats in one place?" Papa funnily queried.

Aditi and I fight like sworn enemies sometimes, not actually all the time. But we behave like ideal sisters often.

"Papa, there's a pa... party tonight at the hotel. So, ca..can we join the party?" We both held our hearts and requested Papa.

Our resorts and hotels organize parties to attract customers. Like night parties with standup comedians, musical nights, and often with unique art performances.

But Papa never allowed us to attend. He thinks we're still too young to get exposed to party culture. Though I'm twenty-one, he's still protective.

He gave a stern look. "No," he denied stoically. His single 'no' meant we couldn't cross lines. Giving up our fighting spirits, we returned, not arguing further.

Aditi and I, smiling at each other, returned home. When we're angry, it's fine, but our smile hints that something wicked's cooking in our brains.

Soon it's night, and I'm standing in the backyard of our house to sneak from the back gate. Front gate guards will definitely know where I'm going.

Successfully eluded and reached the party. I've certainly convinced Aditi to stay at home. Because she's still eighteen and I can't allow her to party.

You're such a doting sister, Adhriti. Well-done. I appreciated my responsible self.

I wore a black dress paired with black point heels. Open hair and minimal makeup suit me great. Completing look with silver sling bag. I feel confident dressing up and looking outstanding.

At the entrance, I was stopped by guards and asked to show my ID. If Papa had allowed me, I would've gladly welcomed, but I'm coming without Papa's knowledge. I can't get caught.

Swiftly showing ID, I walked in. I was welcomed by the strong smell of alcohol, and a band was performing on the stage. I scrunch my nose with the smell of alcohol.

It's stuffed with people; some were enjoying their drinks and food with loud music played by a band. Some were sitting on high chairs near the bar slab for their drinks.

I quickly examined Papa's presence because if he finds me here, he'll kill me. I calmed down, not finding him. I straight walked to the bartender.

I've never tasted alcohol. I sat on a high chair, and the bartender was gazing at me to order something. Let alone ordering; I didn't even know their names.

I was never fascinated to know.

In college, I was completely focused on studies. Neither I've friends nor I went to parties. We know how Papa is. Uff overprotective...

Yeah, I know vodka. Okay, Adhriti, let's order the only drink you know. I decided to order.

"Umm... excuse me, can I have two shots of vodka?" I hesitatingly order.

The bartender gave a small nod. I was enjoying the loud music; that's when someone approached me.

"Hey beautiful...can I dance with you?" A blonde guy proposed, forwarding his hand, smiling.

I was in no mood to dance.

"Pardon me. I'm not interested." I kindly refused.

And my gaze shifted to the person who sat beside me. Yeah, it's him, Mr. Arogant. His sharp eyes met mine with a slight surprise but masked it with his infamous cold look. Why is he intimidating me?

Why did he come here? Is he stalking me for real? Though it's not bad to have a handsome stalker, He's wearing a black shirt and hair gelled. Woody's sandalwood fragrance hit me when he passed. For a moment I closed my eyes, feeling his cologne.

Shut up, Adhriti. What're you even thinking? My mind rebuked.

At the same time, I got my order. The bartender lit the fire on the drink. It scared me.

"Excuse me, can I get rum and coke with a squeeze of lime?" Mr. Arrogant orders like a pro.

He turned towards me, smirking at me. Why not? When I was scared, I looked at the fire with a vodka shot. It's the first time I'm experiencing something wild.

"Is it the first time?" Mr.arrogant enquired. Certainly he guessed looking at my experimenting look.

Ignoring him I furiously drank vodka shots in a single go. I can't demean myself.

The tasteless, intense liquid traveled through my throat, leaving a burning sensation. Closing my eyes tightly, I forcefully gulped the liquid. It's the worst drink I've ever had. It's flavorless. The burning sensation was terrible.

"Hey, are you fine? It's not how you drink it." He was concerned. He shifted close to me.

"I'm fine." I cut him while drinking another shot.

It's the worst decision. I took ordering vodka. After two shots, I got used to it. I felt good and light.

I order for more. All the while Mr. Arrogant was gazing with his dark eyes at me, sipping his drink. After eight or nine shots, I felt completely intoxicated and walked to the restroom.

I'm in my senses, but I was stumbling. I reached the restroom and leaned on the wall, feeling dizzy. There was a man standing outside the restroom, smoking. Air filled with nasty puffs of intermittent smoke.

He gazed at me from top to bottom and blew cigarette smoke on my face. I felt disgusted, not wanting to catch his attention. I walked into the restroom.

And I felt a strong grip on my wrist, pulling. The man who was smoking pinned me to the wall. My eyes widened, awakening my hazy senses. Fear crept into me. He brought his face dangerously closer, dipping in my neck and inhaling my scent. I turned my face sideways to avoid his contact.

"Mmm, you smell amazing, girl." His creepy voice gave me chills.

Hair rose on my body, feeling his sickening touch. I tried to free myself, but he was strong. I felt caged and helpless.

Now I understand why Papa doesn't allow us to attend parties, though they're organized in our hotels.

"Help...is there anyone?"

I tried to yell for help, but no one heard me as the music was loud. I wish someone would pass by this way.

What should I do now? My mind panicked thinking about the worst scenarios.

He further moved his hands towards my waist. Before he could touch me, someone fisted his pull back. He was punched hard on the face until his nose bled and blood oozes. Further trashed on the floor, kicking in his stomach. He lay immobile, losing his senses.

It's Mr.arrogant. He stood tall, towering over me. He saved me. I don't know what came into me. I hugged him tightly, like my life depends on him. I felt safe with him, and no one can harm me now.

I've never come across such a situation. That creepy guy terrified me.

"Calm down, Dhriti. You're safe." He softly said.

How the fcvk knew my name? That too is my nickname.

"How do you know my name?" I questioned, still hugging him. However, he ignored me.

I fisted his shirt tightly, snuggling into his neck. Without my notice, tears were flowing and staining his Raymond shirt.

For unknown reasons, his scent calmed my tense nerves. All my sassiness flew into the air. I sobbed, holding him.

"Wh..what if you didn't come?" I said between my sobs.

He didn't speak further, stroking my hair. The alcohol showed its worst effect, making me feel heavy. Everything blurring.

He lifted me into his arms and walked out of the party.

"Where are you taking me? Papa said, Don't trust strangers." I mumbled, circling my hands around his neck.

He gave a glance and walked."You're papa never said don't over drink?" He retorted.

"Don't talk about my papa." I hoarsely said. My eyes were dropping. I leaned on his shoulder, and soon everything went black.

I was trashed. I'll never drink after this.

*

My eyes struggled to open, and the sharp rays flashing on my face irritated me. Fighting with light, I opened my eyes to soon close. My head felt heavy and terrible due to the hangover.

Wait, wait, it's not my room. Where am I? What happened last night? I stressed my intelligent brain to recollect, yet I didn't remember anything.

I woke up, and the duvet dropped down. I got the shock of the year.What the fcvk am I wearing? Where's my dress? Where am I?

I'm wearing a white shirt, and it smelled like him. I examined the room for his presence, but he wasn't there.

Fcvk, I'm doomed. Did we fcvk last night? I smelled like him—woody sandalwood. Clutching my hair, I sat on the edge of bed.

I searched the whole room, closet, washroom, and balcony, yet there's no sign of him. Bastard, did he ghost me? Even if we fucked, I wasn't in my senses. How can he take advantage of me?

Oh no, no, how did I sleep with a stranger? That to a handsome, arrogant stranger. Fcvk Adhriti stops with this handsome stranger. My inner voice scolded me.

The first time I tried alcohol, and here I'm. I'll never touch alcohol. Ughhh, how did I sleep with him?

How would I explain to Papa if he asked where I was last night? Certainly Aditi has covered up for me still.

Adhriti, your perfect life didn't include sleeping with a stranger, even whose name you didn't know.

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