Aloha Stranger-I

Hey Guys, it’s your loved author Varun, back with another adventure. This one is just few months old actually. So I’ll introduce myself to my new readers, and refresh the memory of my lovely constants. I am Varun, 24, Bi, from Mumbai. I am 6 Ft. tall, with a cute smile and happy go lucky attitude, and a jawline that I am proud of.

“Woah”, the weather is fantastic, I said gulping my Beer. Well you sit here and drink, but we came for the pictures also, Yamini Replied and ran off to capture her silhouette in the sinking ball of red at the evening shore. This was perfect, exactly the kind of vacation I needed. Last couple months had been stressful at work, and I was happy Utkarsh got the four of us together on this vacay.

I am one of those lucky few probably, whose friends made a Goa plan which turned out to be a reality. It was a quickly scraped together plan, coincidentally all 4 of us had no plans of going home this holi, so we decided we’ll go to Goa for the week. 4 of us includes my best-friend, Utkarsh and 2 girls, Yamini and Kritika. So I flew in from Mumbai, while Utkarsh and Yamini came in from Delhi and Kritika came from Bengaluru. 

All of us landed on the Evening two days before Holi. We had already booked a nice hotel on Baga beach, with nice adjoining rooms and a beach view from the balcony. To add to this amazingness, we had a pool in the hotel. The 4 of us had planned to stock up our room with beer and drink throughout our vacation at Goa. Like any other Goan tourist, we had rented two bikes to help us explore the place. 

However, not boring you with more details of the vacation, I’ll take you directly to the day of this excited incident. We planned to have an amazing holi, after all this is the festival of unlimited joy, and booked tickets for holi party at Tito’s club, one of the more premier clubs in Goa. The party was to last whole day, with free drinks, Rain dance, Bubble party, belly dancing, Zumba and so much more. We were all set to enjoy our holi bash at it’s best.

We got up at around 9:30 in morning, Played a little holi among ourselves, well Yamini painted us in colours actually and then left for the party. I wore a white vest, with caption,”Out of your league” written across the chest, and a pair of black shorts that were little tight and hence a perfect way to showoff my thighs. I had no plans of meeting anyone, as I was with friends and they have no clue that I am Bisexual and have hots for guys too. 

I just wanted to maybe make few guys swoon over me, and have fun with my friends, dancing and drinking and putting colours on each other throughout the day. I and Utkarsh drove the bikes, while the girls were pillion and reached the club, which was just a two minute drive away. Turns out the whole club is packed, and it took us a good 15 minutes before getting entry inside.

Inside, the place was lit af. So many people, all drenched in colours and celebrating holi. I went straight to the beer counter and got beers for my friends. We drank the beer and clicked some photos, before joining the crowd for the holi fun. I had two beers, back to back and they definitely hit the spot. Then I went into the foam pit and in no time, I was drenched in water and soap foam.

It felt cold against my skin, but helped loosen out any inhibition I had. I usually never dance, but covered in foam, and all wet, with beer hitting me now,  I started moving to the tunes while there were belly dancers on the stage. 

All the while I ensured I had a beer in my hands. I was dancing with my friends, and suddenly this jerk came from nowhere and bumped into me, spilling my beer. ‘Asshole’ were the first words out of my mouth, loudly as I turned around. 

My friends also stopped and came close, anticipating a standoff. As I turned though, something happened. This guy I stood facing, the one who had spilled my drink looked not only hot, but also superbly cute, totally my weakness. He said “I am sorry”, although all I could focus upon was the dimple on his cheek, the colour smeared across them, and the line between the chest, which was clearly visible from his wet t-shirt. All my anger had evaporated, I guess a perfect mixture of cute and hot looks do that to me. 

He still apologised and then took my glass, gesturing me that he’ll refill that for me. Only thing hotter in a guy than his looks and wits are the manners, and he clearly had loads of them. I thought I should accompany him atleast, both as a form of courtesy and to get two words with him at least. 

We proceeded to the bar counter fighting the crowd of people. On the way he extended his hand, introducing himself as Vikas and I courted back. He informed that he’s from Delhi, came on a week’s getaway to Goa and works in a leading NBFC as RM. I asked,

Me: “So here with friends or with a special someone?”

Vikas:”With my girlfriend actually.”

I don’t know if he saw the look of disappointment pass my face, but I was. A small part of me kinda had this hope that I would get to feel his body on mine, in the middle of this holi party. It’s been months since I had been crazy, and somehow I thought maybe I would, with this guy. After all I was In Goa. 

Anyways, we took the drink, cheered there and chugged our beers bottoms up style. We refilled it and started on our way back, him apologising again and me reassuring him. However, we parted ways again, and I started enjoying the party soon enough. 

As it’s famously said,”You don’t buy beer, you rent it”, I had to go pee to empty my bladder. The washroom were at far end of the open space where we were enjoying the rain dance in foam pool. I somehow made my way, bumping into a zillion drunk guys and girls maybe.

The washroom was like any standard club washroom, a bunch of urinals packed together closely, with no partition. I found my way to an empty one, between two guys.

How would this happy coincidence of a meeting turn out? Will this Goan vacation turn out to be better than my expectations? Stay Tuned.

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