Shreya is a model, who works for Ron's dad's brand, Lux.They are both 17. A few weeks back, Ron proposed Shreya, but she refused as she always thought of him as a friend. Then Shreya started to date Ishan, who is a steroid-abusing pace bowler. (He just turned 18) She helped him overcome his need to take the drug to perform. But now, he is turning into a obsessive and jealous boyfriend, who can't bear to watch Shreya and Ron work together (Shreya still works for Lux.)
So, relationships are hard to survive. The moment one turns two, things get infinitesimally more complicated than if it had just been Shreya. She knew Ishan wasn't bad at heart, but this constant break-up drama was killing her. It was like being possessed. She wasn't allowed to do anything anymore. He was almost a shadow on her, and even a toe over the lines drawn by him would make him go into a frenzied emotional torture on her. Sometimes, things got physical as well. Ishan had broken 2 perfume bottles in his rage for Shreya not picking up his phone. Thankfully, however, he hadn't laid his hands on her. Part of that maybe his love for her, but part of it was also due to their celibacy. Shreya didn't let him touch her beyond conventional social touch, certainly not a lover's touch for sure. Was he frustrated? Maybe...
Shreya toyed her Blackberry, sipping on the 'Sparkling Bob'. The bitter tonic water made it difficult to drink more than a few sips of the cranberry glow-in-dark mocktail; it made her feel sick. In fact, the entire 'Dark Light Glow' theme was making her sick. The lack of lights made her dizzy and constant vibration of her phone made her feel shiver, along with her tiny skirt in the winter cold. Ron was calling her repeatedly, with an aim of God-knows-what. The music was terrible as well, yet, everyone was dancing. In fact, the only person sharing the black leather couch of Singhania Mansion's 'party hall' with her was Ishan. Sipping on his third 'Green Scorpio', he looked heavily drunk already, making Shreya's heart sink. He must have spiked it with vodka as usual, she thought, as her heart sunk deeper. She hoped, wished, begged to be anywhere other than here; the party was suffocating her.
Something brushed against Shreya's calf, making her jump. Was she imagining things or was Ishan really dragging his knuckles across her bare lower leg? She looked down to see her black platform sandals, mentally sighing that his perversion was only her imagination. But slowly, yet, definitely, his fingers moved into her vision, inching closer to her legs. Shreya quickly moved her legs away from him, but he only moved closer. Shreya pivoted to turn towards him.
"No!" she whispered firmly, or she hoped she did. She liked this guy so much, and was willing to compromise on everything that meant life for her, yet there was something in him that choked up the fire within her. Was this normal? She didn't know. Nevertheless, his fingers stopped midway. Instead, he put an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer, before starting to play with her hair. His head drifted closer to her neck, mouth ready to taste.
"Shreya!" shouted Fatty. Ishan loosened his grip, and Shreya stood up. "I was looking for you! Someone wants to meet you." Ishan had stood up as well, hand subconsciously, or is it consciously, pulling Shreya's silver shrug off her left shoulder. The silver-sequined jacket was the only glowing thing she wore, apart from the silver 'Angel Wing Charm'. Her now-bare left shoulder made her feel cold, the December chill settling in; the jacket also seemed to guard her modesty, its unceremonious removal making her feeling sicker.
"Excuse us, please!" Fatty snapped to Ishan. He let go. She pulled Shreya away to the other side of the massive hall, while Shreya saw Ishan mouth something that clearly rhymed with 'witch', before he walked away. He was going to get another drink, she thought.
Alone in the corner, Fatty spoke in her raspy, controversial voice. "What the --! Shreya! What were you doing? Making out in public? Not good for the image!" Shreya tried to cut in with denial, but Fatty didn't allow her. "Stop that non-sense! You are the Lux Girl. Your image is their image. Don't ruin it, or you will be ruined. Remember that!" She walked off to the center of the party, where Ron was dancing with Karma, the new girl in the block.
Shreya wanted to scream! She wanted to shout! Why was life so unfair? Ishan was trying to harass her, but Fatty blamed her! Honestly, why wasn't there anyone who would listen to her? Why wasn't there anyone who would believe her? Love her! Love her without anything in return. Love her as she was. She hated everything! She hated her manager! She hated her boyfriend! Most of all, she hated this stupid Doomsday party!