Chris's POV :
I quickly rushed out of the hotel. By that time she had walked a long way and I quickly ran and held her hand from behind.
Her feet were not touching on the floor firmly.
She looked at my face and smiled with a devilish expression. Both my cheeks were stretched."I love twin babies."
"Where did you see twin babies?" I forcefully took her hands away from my cheeks.
"You... and you.."
She caressed the air as if someone is standing next to me.I lowered her hand and looked around.
As it is night, people are going back after work. Many people noticed us. I felt many people's gazes on us.
If we stay here, the problem will get worse, so I should take Rishma home as soon as possible.
I grabbed her arms and walked back.
Walked back?
Yes, she is drunk and forgot her path, she walked down the wrong path.
"I'm not a twin. Let's go back to home." I said walking furiously.
"Then why do I see you as a double?" She walked with me scratching her eyes.
"Because you're drunk."
I looked forward and said without even looking at her face."Go slowly.. My stomach hurts." She said in a childish voice.
I squeezed my eyes and bite my lower lip.
We left the hotel with stomach full, and besides, her legs are so short, she doesn't keep the same distance as I do.
I took slow steps. She walked slowly with her wobble legs.
"Sorry." I apologized.
The cold wind freezes me. By the time I walk home slowly, step by step, I will be covered in ice. This cool wind is caressing my wounds soothingly. I forgot all my pain.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the breeze.
"Uhmm..." I hummed, I feel like I'm free now. I inhaled that vivid scented breeze.
Free?
I quickly opened my eyes and looked at Rishma who was next to me.
I freed her in between.
My heart forgot its job for a moment. My eyes searched around for her.
"Rishma." I called out loud.
I walked through the crowd looking for her.I hummed for something she asked me while I'm enjoying the cold breeze.
"Rishma..." I shouted again from the crowd. I pushed people away and looked for her all over the place. "Tiny...." my voice cracked. I feel like I started breathing heavily.
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Romance◇ She wasn't my girlfriend Neither she was my crush. But in the list of priorities She always remained the first ◇ ◇ He is mature, I'm childish He is responsible, I'm careless He is strong, I'm sensitive Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇ ...