Daring To Love Him (Sandhir Mafia Story)

15. Prajakta and Troublesome Malhotra

"I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!"
― Dr. Seuss

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When the cab parked in front of the building of Prajakta's residence, she heaved a sigh and gave the cab fare to the driver after which she slowly made her way to the entrance of the building ignoring her head pounding once again. She felt a weight over her right shoulder then her whole body's right side causing her to gasp turned to her right only to see fully sloshed and barely conscious Danishk resting his head over her shoulder and he snaked his arms around her while he got comfortable holding her. What the hell is going on?

"Uh... Danishk... wake up...what-"

His groaning and yelling in protest caused the people near them to stare at them with annoyance but didn't help Prajakta any way. Someone even commented couples these days and rolled their eyes. Ugh! Prajakta dragged the drunk idiot to lift and pressed the button of the penthouse and peeled him off her and made him lean over the opposite side. Ugh! What's wrong with him? Wait did he bloody rescheduled every single appointment just to party? Such a worthless a** and she needs to teach him a lesson obviously!

As she reached the Penthouse, she made him stand in the corner and started to grope his pants for the key to which he started laughing. Irritated with his ways she kicked the wall next to him while he slumped down and dozed off which only shot up her irritation further. Prajakta took out his phone and with the help of his finger, she unlocked his phone and found his dearest friend Ishaan's number. She touched on the call icon and that guy picked up his phone within a few seconds thank god for that!

"What happened now, Dan? I am in the middle of something!"

His tone raised aggressively while she could hear him breathing heavily while she heard a familiar voice screaming 'leave us alone.' Oh, sh*t were they having sex eww...

"Um... sorry... uh... I am Danishk's neighbor-"

"Also his nosey assistant, I know you Prajakta stop the drag and cut to the chase. Why are you using his phone?"

Her head turned towards his sleeping figure and shot a fierce glare towards him.

"Well, I need to find the keys of his stupid penthouse. He is way too intoxicated to even move."

"Oh! Um... well you don't need keys to his Penthouse, you can unlock the door by the passcode. And just because you are his assistant and won't misuse the privilege... the code is his birthday, 26 03 okay?"

"hmm... 2... 6... 0... 3... it got unlocked! Yes... wait his birthday is 26th March? Hello-"

Before she could realize it, the call was already ended. Danishk and his friends both are arrogant, egoistic and self-centered b*tches. Damm it! Rolling her eyes she dragged the dead body... oops! What she meant was sleeping Danishk to his house and while doing so, that idiot threw up on her sari causing her to scream and leave his hands and Danishk obviously slept on the floor with his unwashed face and open mouth.

Prajakta hurried to the bathroom to clean the mess and as she turned on the tap, she was drenched by the cold shower causing her to scream, reaching out for the valve, she switched it to tap and did her best to clean up all the puke. But alas after doing so her sari got fully wet and she had to change or else her already worst health will be unbearable due to cold. She quickly went over to his bedroom and grabbed a tee and comfy track pants. When she was done, she went over to clean the mess called Danishk. She took some wet wipes she found in his room and cleaned his face with them. When done she took a huge blanket and placed it over him. By tucking it, she dragged him to his bedroom and with the help of the blanket she raised half of his body to his bed and the other half with great difficulty and when he was in bed, she took a pillow next to him and lifted his head to place it under him with a grunt. By huffing and puffing, she was about to get up but his arms wound her to a tight embrace. Prajakta huffed and wiggled off from his but he kept on holding her back while mumbling 'stay with me' or gibberish like that. When she finally got away from him, she breathed out a sigh but a huge bout of crippling headache surged her and she dropped herself next to his head.