That was the last time, he told himself. That was the last time he was going to sleep with Manasa.

If you had asked Nikhil in the first few months of their friendship, this would not have been a conversation he thought necessary to have.

Sure, she was a kind, easy going girl and they enjoyed each other's company. But it's not like she was some fantastical porno model...she was just a normal woman.

Short and skinny, in the Indian girl way.

Guess you could say she didn’t exactly turn heads.

But Nikhil knew her. And so he didn't need to think about sweaty fantasies. Instead he just saw saw a person who had a pretty face, a nice laugh, and an unassuming control of her wardrobe.

In fact, she always was someone who Nikhil thought would definitely make some guy happy one day.

Months became years and it seemed that they just got more and more comfortable with each other. At hangouts, it seemed there was an unspoken seating chart where Nikhil would sit anywhere comfortable and Manasa would in turn, sit, leaning against his tall toned frame.

They would laugh, share secrets, and take care when the other decided to intoxicate themselves severely.

And it was nice.

So nice, that the platonic pair being anything else wasn’t even a thought process.

Then on a gloomy Wednesday night, Manasa announced that the lethargic day would not end so solemnly. A ragtag plan was put together and they were off to Anusha's to sip on fruity drinks and talk drama.

Nikhil didn’t remember much from that night itself.

The sipping turned to chugging and the talk turned to sleepy giggles. Unknown to a slowly dozing off Nikhil, Anusha stepped out without a word and prepared to sleep on the couch.

This left a very touchy pair of tipsy friends alone to sleep on her bed.

This would have been all well and good if not for the moan that woke up Nikhil...