spill the drink (On Hold)

CHAPTER 12

VOTEEEE ⭐

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AUTHOR'S POV

Rihaan was sleeping soundly when a group of people poured water on his face. Rihaan woke up suddenly and when he looked, he was shocked to see that all his friends had come. He couldn't believe it.

Abhimanyu said, "Rihaan, get up, man! Your wedding is oncoming up. In a few days, you'll be a stranger."

Rihaan's other friend said, "Yeah, for sure you won't even remember us. Let's go out and have some fun."

Rihaan got ready and then they all left for Abhimanyu's penthouse. Once there, they played basketball, then had lunch. After that, Abhimanyu said, "Rihaan, let's go to the club. Let's celebrate your bachelor party tonight."

Rihaan said, "No, guys, let's just stay here."

Vansh said, "Rihaan, come on, man. Just one last time. After that, you'll be going to the club with your wife."

Rihaan's friends all convinced him.

At 10 o'clock, they all got ready and got in their cars and drove to the club. There, they danced, drank, and had a good time. Abhimanyu was flirting with all the girls, and Rihaan was just in the mood to drink. He drank so much that he could barely walk.

He got up from the bar counter and was going to the bathroom when he bumped into someone and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you."

It was Inaya.

Inaya said, "Rihaan, you've been drinking."

Rihaan, in his drunken state, said, "Don't call me like your husband. Only she can call me like that."

As he said this, he was about to fall, but Inaya caught him.

Rihaan said, "Don't touch me. Only my wife can touch me."

Inaya was shocked by Rihaan's words. She had never seen him like this before. He was always so composed and in control. But now, he was drunk and acting like a child.

Rihaan's fall startled Inaya, jolting her out of her reverie. He crumpled at her feet, his limbs sprawled like a broken doll. A wave of nausea washed over her, tinged with a flicker of anger. His breath rasped in the thick night air, reeking of stale alcohol and cheap cologne.

"Rihaan?" Inaya's voice cracked, a mixture of concern and exasperation. She knelt beside him, her fingers hovering hesitantly over his arm. But before she could touch him, he swatted her hand away with a guttural groan.

"Only my Inaya can touch me," he mumbled, his words slurred, eyes glazed over.

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down Inaya's spine. This wasn't Rihaan, the kind, funny boy she'd fallen in love with years ago. This was a stranger, fueled by some noxious cocktail of liquor and delusion.

"Stop this nonsense, Rihaan," she snapped, her voice laced with steel. "Get up."

She reached for him again, but his dead weight resisted. He was a hulking mass, his muscles slack but heavy under her trembling hands. Frustration bubbled up, hot and prickly. She couldn't handle him alone.

Just then, the headlights of two cars sliced through the darkness, piercing the veil of their isolation. Rehan's friends, bless their timing, emerged from the vehicles, their faces etched with concern.

"Bhabhi, let us help!" boomed Abhimanyu, a mountain of a boy who'd been Rihaan's best friend since childhood. He and Arjun, a wiry, quick-witted boy, materialized beside Inaya, their presence a welcome anchor in the swirling chaos.