My Mr. Artist

Chapter 12

Kiyah

I think today i am really out of luck, first my ex-boyfriend's brother and now his sister. Now who is next, his wife!

I know for sure that i had digged my own grave by inviting an unknown pitiful girl to share her sorrow, turn out to be the sister of my own reason of sorrow.

How pitiful! I sighed.

" d......do you know, i ...um .....really really like you. from now on you will be m...my bestfrienddddd forever" Saira declared with half closed eyes staring at me, leaning on to the table, her hair which was perfectly styled three hours ago now void of any ornament, flowing over her shoulder, little messy. Some of the food spilled on her expensive clothes which made my heart ache for the dress. Her tone slurry and drunk. Me, sitting opposite to her couldn't help but sighed again and recall what happened earlier.

" oh by the way my name is kiyah, yours? " I said still walking and she following.

" saira, saira awasthi" She said and i almost tripped over my legs. I turn around and stare at her with my widen, shocked eyes and ask " wait you mean, you are saransh awasthi's sister" She just nodded her head and ask how i know her brother.

" i am actually the architect hire by awasthi group to work on this mahal" I said now carefully looking at her. She looks different from her brothers and must be younger than me but the way she carry herself, give her mature and noble look.

" That explains " She mutter and asked me to move on with her eyes.

" ha haha ha , i think its quite late right now, don't you think! we should just go to our respective homes right?" I nervously laugh and said while cursing myself internally. She just look at me in the eye.

" Its okay i don't want to go home, i will ask my driver that i will go with you and he can return back" She just disregard me and went to speak to her driver. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. 'is she not afraid that i might kidnap her and sold her ?'

The car ride was mostly silent and it was awkward for me and just like that we ended in one of my only known pub in this city which was based on retro theme, soothing music and good environment for women, and is not too far away from the area i live. i had found it about half a month ago when i needed a strong drink after utilizing my whole energy in drafting as i have really good alcohol tolerance and i like this place because it was comfortable for lonely soul like me. after settling down on corner seat, i asked saira to order her drink but she just shrugged her shoulder and ask the waiter to repeat my order. i once again confirm with her about her alcohol tolerance because it is a strong drink and she said she is good with drinks without looking at me which turn out to be.........

a lie, total lie

This girl in front of me have never even touch alcohol in her life and her alcohol tolerance by no means is good, it is worst. i regretted it, absolutely regretted it. Saira got drunk just by half shot of whiskey in a glass of soda and started blabbering around about anything and everything.

" m...my family don't allow wo...women to drink, date and stay out late at night. My grandmother says that this are bad things, so am i bad now. " and she started crying again. In last one hour, this is for forth time she was crying, first- her grandmother doesn't allow her to take a job after graduation because according to her, high class women like them don't need to work for money. Second- she doesn't have her fiance's phone number and don't even know her future husband's favorite color and by the way, 'she likes yellow color the most'. Third- she don't want to wear red lehenga on her wedding which she must wear according to their custom.