Sitara's POV

In a rush of getting out of clothes, I threw my Gucci Marmont bag on the floor. If I wasn't this desperate and needy, I would've never done that, trust me.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Sona." I never told my real name to strangers.

"Rohan." and his lips were on mine again. His hands clutching me. I caressed his sharp jawline while whimpers of bliss escaped my lips.

He lifted me off the ground. I encircled my legs on his waist as he took me towards the bed and laid me down with him towering me. I took out my black heels and tossed them somewhere in the room.

A moan slipped from my lips shamelessly as Rohan bit on my lower lip. He pulled away and turned me around swiftly. My front was now facing the bed as he unzipped my dress. His fingertips leisurely roaming on my bare back, giving me chills.

"You smell so good," Rohan whispered in my ear as he inhaled the aroma of the best perfume that I had.

"And I'm sure you will taste delicious."

"Try me," I teased, which was barely a whisper.

I couldn't wait anymore. He turned me again to face him. His leather jacket and white T-shirt were now lying on the floor. I could see the time he had spent in the gym from the built-up chest and toned sex pack abs. I mean six-pack abs.

As he came closer to my lips and said, "Ready to scream my name tonight, sweetheart?" It was a statement more than a question. I pecked on his lips as a response. Always.

I pressed myself on him as he sucked on my lips. The room was dark with dim lights, making it more exciting for us. His hands traveled from my neck, breast, waist and stopped at the end of my dress.

He started sliding my dress upwards while seductively touching his cold knuckles to my thighs. This teasing and flirting acts of his was turning me so fucking on.

My breathing unevened, running out of patience. A smirk of proudness was constant on his lips as he kissed my cheek. As he reached near my waist with the dress...

"Are you there Tar- Sona?"

I heard a familiar voice outside the door. Of course, how can I forget this voice?

I was glad that she remembered my name was Sona when I'm with the boys. But why was she here right now? For a threesome? Or did she change her plan and now is ready to be fucked by a stranger?

"Go and find another dick," I spoke to myself.

I still hadn't replied to her and I didn't want to. Rohan dumbfoundedly stared into my eyes.

"Your fellow hook-up guy has an STD!"

She yelled again, so loudly that it startled us both.

"Hey, no. She's lying," Rohan confirmed, almost like a defensive scream.

"Yeah, I know," I whispered, not really listening to him.

"I know you are there. Now don't waste any other fucking minute and get out of the room right now or else I will have to tell Kabir that you are busy humping some hot specimen."

"So she thinks I'm hot, huh?" Rohan said, mischievous grin made it's way to his face. Everyone can see you are super hot, you idiot.

By hearing Kabir's name I was hit by the tornado of questions and this time I pushed Rohan off me.

I got dressed up as much as I could and slid into my heels to open the door. Myra was leaning on the door frame with her phone in her hand.

"Kabir, she's here," Myra said on the phone with a hidden taunt for me. I snatched the phone from her, cursing under my breath.

"K-Kabir?" I said. I was so confused. Why would he call her?

"Hey. Hope I'm not disturbing you but I wanted to know..."

I couldn't hear anything Kabir said after that as the guy with me, Rohan I guess, started yelling at the top of his lungs,

"Fuck, wait. I've seen you somewhere!"

And then he suddenly came to my face to get a clear view. I bumped into Myra due to the shock he gave me with his super-fast speed of coming next to me.

"Tara!" Myra protested, pushing me off of her and again I collied with Rohan. The fuck is happening!?

"Sitara! Yes, thank you!" he excitedly said all of a sudden, thanking Myra. "Sitara Roy!"

My mouth was agape and my eyes blinked continuously. I couldn't afford someone knowing or recognizing me here, in a nightclub where I came to have some kind of fun and release. I couldn't risk my reputation.

"Sitara? Where are you?" Kabir's voice coming from the phone made me jump. It was so easy to tell he was annoyed at something which I didn't know.

"Oh, no, no. She is Sitara Roy's twin sister. Kristara." Myra said in utter confidence.

I turned at her in shock. "Twin sister?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. I don't have any siblings.

She harshly poked me on the waist with her elbow and then it registered in me.

"Yeah, Yeah. Kristara."

"But you said your name is Sona?"

Myra and I both snapped our heads towards each other, trying to come up with something.

"You must've heard it wrong," Myra over-confidently saved me again. "She's Kristara."

He was staring at us as if we were some kind of aliens claiming that earth is a rice cake that was cooked by our ancestors.

"Sitara Roy has a sister?" he asked.

"Sitara. Are you with some else?" this time Kabir's voice was dangerously calm. Unknowingly, I'd put the phone on speaker so now Myra and Rohan were able to hear him as well.

"Yeah, she is with me." I don't know what Myra had for the breakfast today but whatever she had, it was working out for me right now. She snatched the phone from me.

"Is there someone else with you two?" he asked again.

"I'm damn sure Sitara has no sibling!" Rohan argued, irritated with his memories as he looked down, trying to remember.

Myra signaled him to shut up while she covered the phone which she held next to my ear.

She then turned to me and whispered something but due to Rohan's loud groaning and banging on the wall I heard and understood nothing.

"Will you shut up for a second, Rohan!" I yelled.

It sounded as if I was firing my employee who spilled the coffee on my table. I can at least give 2-3 names if we were talking about it.

Both Myra and Rohan went dead silent at my outburst. Myra like a small girl scolded by her mother stepped back from me. And Rohan rolled his eyes and jumped on the bed, burying his groans in the pillow.

It felt like an achievement for me. But then I thought, maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

For a few minutes it was like standing in a cemetery and Rohan's muffled groans added to it.

"Who is Rohan?" Came Kabir's voice.

I closed my eyes and sat down on the floor.

"No one. Just one of my family friends."

Myra scoffed, mumbling, 'Yeah, right. With whom you were planning a sacred mating.'

"Just shut up for a second, will you?" I whispered yelled to her.

"Yeah, yeah." saying that she sat next to Rohan.

"W-why did you call, anyway?" I asked, finding myself a wall to lean my back on.

"Just wanted to know our schedule. Do we have anything planned for tomorrow?" he asked. His voice was so calming that I started smiling like an idiot. Now, I could tell that the alcohol had really started to show up.

For a mere second, after he asked me the question in his deep-calm voice, I was so zoned out that I forgot that I was the Sitara Roy, owner of a fucking company.

"Oh, I see." I said, trying to recall what was the schedule. "Well, actually we do have planned a meeting for tomorrow. Mr. Arora's gonna be there too."

"Alright. Thank you. I actually called in the office but they had no idea about it." he said after few seconds.

"Shit. I'm so sorry you had to do the labor work of calling me." I said in an apologetic voice.

How can I be this careless? I did plan the whole schedule today in the afternoon and after two hours of efforts; I forgot to forward it to the staff.

"Hey, don't worry. It's fine." he said. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

I smiled. "Yes, see you tomorrow."

We hung up. I leaned my head on the wall, staring at the clowns in front of me.

"Why did he call you?" I asked Myra, pouting like a kid.

"Look clearly, you dumbo. It's your phone, it was with me," she said. Furrowing my eyebrows, I checked the phone.

It was mine. Kabir called ME!

"I'm damn sure Sitara has no sister!" Rohan jerked up from the bed.

Arg! Just make sure to get me out of jail if I kill these idiots.