One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘Oh my God. It’s Brijesh jiju and his gang!’ Saloni said.
Brijesh came up to me on the dance floor.
‘Not allowed, not allowed,’ Jyoti said.
‘You were at Club Cubana. What happened?’ Shruti said to Akhil, Brijesh’s maternal cousin.
‘Nothing. We had a few drinks. Then we thought, when we have the most beautiful girls in Goa
partying alone, what are we doing here?’ Akhil said.
Shruti blushed. Even though the girls protested at the boys coming here, they secretly liked it.
This is how we girls are. At times we want to be wanted, even when we deny it. My bachelorette
wasn’t really a singles’ party now. However, I was too drunk to care.
‘You look too beautiful,’ Brijesh said. The DJ switched to Honey Singh’s Blue eyes, a slow
couples-only type song, possibly to get drunk single men off the floor.
‘Obviously you have had too much to drink,’ I said. Nobody could find me ‘too beautiful’
otherwise.
‘Well, I have had a few. But I always find you really beautiful,’ Brijesh said.
Sweet, I thought. The tequila in me gave him a hug.
‘I messaged you,’ Brijesh said, ‘several times.’
‘You did? Oh, where’s my phone? I don’t even know where my phone is.’
‘I wanted to check if you would be okay if we come. I tried to stop the boys.’
‘It’s okay. The idea is to have fun. All this segregation is not to be taken seriously,’ I said.
‘Nice music,’ he said.
‘You want to dance?’ I said.
‘I am not much of a dancer,’ Brijesh said.
‘Neither am I,’ I said.
I held his shoulders as we swayed gently to Blue eyes. The girls went into an ‘aww’ and ‘how
sweet’ overdrive.
See, I can be a ‘good’ girl. Am I not trying to be a good girl? I told mini-me, my personal
chatterbox and eternal critic. Mini-me, however, had slept off. Alcohol does this to her. I guess that is
why most people drink anyway. To shut up their inner critic. So they can do whatever the hell they
want.
‘Ouch, Brijesh, you are stepping on my toes,’ I said.