His Mira | Her Revenge

🦋 Three • Drunk And Deceived 🦋

That afternoon Shashank received a text from Miraya - meet me at Kismet tonight 🍻

That was weird. He didn't expect her to ask for his company when he was sending her teasing messages every morning.

Maybe she was planning to get rid of him for good. She must be planning to put poison in his drink. Yeah, that's the only explanation that made sense to Shashank. She was inviting him so she could kill him at Kismet. But he was going to join her nonetheless.

And that's how he reached Kismet that night around ten o'clock. To meet the girl he secretly liked. Though everyone knew about it.

He stepped inside Kismet, a club solely dedicated to the elite class of Awadh, wearing his regular office attire, a white shirt and black pants. The office coat was ditched and left in the car outside. His eyes scanned through the small crowd to find her sitting in the bar area. And it wasn't surprising. Miraya was a drinker. Well, not as crazy of a drinker like his cousin Sahana. But she loved drinking just like Angana loved Taylor Swift.

He made his way to the bar counter and sat down on the empty seat beside her. Miraya glanced at her left side and smiled seeing him. She SMILED at him! It only meant one thing. She was drunk.

“Miraya, how many rounds of drink you had?” He asked her while signaling the bartender to serve him his regular drink. Whiskey.

“Only six.” She showed him her six fingers proudly with a cheeky smile.

“But you never drink more than two.” 

“I wanted to get drunk, duh.” She rolled her eyes.

“But... okay, leave it. I'll drop you home myself.”  He declared. He couldn't let her drive in a drunken state.

“Ah, you are such a lovesick bastard.” And she pulled his cheeks and patted his head as if he was a baby.

“Lovesick bastard?” Shashank couldn't believe what his ears heard. The two mismatched words sounded both offensive and cute.

“Yeah, you are a bastard and you are sick in my love.”

“First, I'm my father's legitimate child so I'm not a bastard. And I'm not sick in your love.”  Well, he liked what he heard but he wasn't going to admit it so easily.

“Then why are you wearing the perfume I gifted you on your birthday?” She asked while looking into his eyes confidently.

“Because it's smells nice, duh.” Shashank shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal.

“Okay, then why are you wearing the wristwatch I gifted you last year?” She pulled his left hand and showed him the Rolex.

“Because it still works, duh.” He shrugged again.

“Then why are you wearing the saturn pendent I gifted you two years back?”

“Because I like it, duh.” And he shrugged again. Miraya felt a very strong urge to dislocate his shoulders so he won't shrug again.

“Then why do you have my photo in your cupboard?” She bluffed.

“How did you know that!?” And her bluff caught him off-guard. His mouth was wide like that of girls when they eat Gol Gappey.

Miraya couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips, “Huh, do you really have my photo in your cupboard? I was bluffing! Yay! Caught you!”

Shashank slapped his forehead.

“Your drink, sir.” The bartender served him the glass of Whiskey at the same time.

“Smash it on my head.” He told him mindlessly.