DESTINED TOGETHER

Chapter 69 - One day, one night

AN : I added Jaaniye on request, play it when you see this : <<
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"Abhimanyu, be careful! You're already hurt!" Akshara scolded as he missed the second step in a row. Before he could trip again, she hurried to grab his wallet and phone from the car, locked it, and wrapped an arm around him to steady him.

He slumped against her, slinging his arm around her shoulder as she had instructed him to do a few minutes ago when she picked him up from the bar. "Why are you... also Abhimanyu-ing me in my dreeammshhh?" He pouted at her, sticking out his bottom lip like a child.

"Why won't you call me, Abhiiii?... I miss hearin' it from you."

Yep, he was definitely buzzed—or at least tipsy, Akshara confirmed the facts to herself again. From the moment he had spotted her at the bar, he had somehow thought her to be his dream. Literally. And Abhimanyu was pretty demanding to his dream Akshara, since 'it was his dream so he dictated the rules', as he had put when she questioned during their ride.

She sighed as she observed him. Drunk Abhi was a mix of chatty, pouty, and messy—all of which was incredibly endearing. 'Endearing' didn't even begin to cover it, though. It made it all the more difficult to keep her distance, but she knew she needed to for her own sanity.

"Do you have your keys?" She asked as they stood before the door.

He looked up from where he'd been resting his head against her neck, his eyes widening with a playful grin as he nudged her head with his. "Why? You plannin' to lock me up and have your wayyy with me?"

Caught off guard, she felt her cheeks flush a deep red. Drunk Abhimanyu was a far cry from innocent—not that his usual self was, but his drunken self was even more brazen and flirtatious than his sober self ever was. And his possessiveness didn't fade with the intoxication either. She shook her head as she recalled how he almost punched the bar owner for calling her darling.

Akshara composed herself to glare at him pointedly. "No. I just want to get you to your room and go home."

He huffed, a sound of genuine frustration, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "But I'm... I'm your home, baby."

Her heart ached, and she struggled to keep the lump in her throat from choking her. "Not anymore."

Suddenly, he released her, swaying slightly before catching himself on the door for support. He hissed under his breath when he hit the door with his bruised shoulder. She took a step towards him but he shook his head. Heartbreak was etched deeply into his gaze. Despite her best efforts, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Go 'way then. Jus' leave me." He muttered, staring intently at her.

"I'll leave you once I tucked you in your bed. You'll wake up with a terrible headache if no one takes care of you now," Akshara said, averting her gaze from his as she gently held his other shoulder.

"Why do you care? You hate me anyway." He said it so fiercely with so much conviction, anger and hurt that it hurt her back.

He thought she hated him now? That she was capable of hating him? She wanted to laugh at the irony. Hating him would be so much easier for her rather than loving him so much that it ruined her. But she couldn't hate him, nor did she want to.