Destined

Aftermath

A steaming cup of coffee and chilled glass of ice water sat side by side.

Sara was alternating between the two in an attempt to alleviate her pounding headache and wearied body.

Hangovers were never easy, and last night had been way, way too much.

She was quite mortified that her memories were a blurry mess, and that those memories all seemed linked to Shubman somehow.

She had stumbled upon him in the morning passed out on the sofa, mouth ajar with his jacket thrown over him like a blanket.

He was still asleep as she perched down in the armchair next to him, watching amusingly as he lightly snored.

As the morning sunlight began to beam into his face he awoke, rubbing his eyes. Sara's heart tugged at how adorable he looked with messy hair and a plain tee.

"Hey good morning. Rough night, huh?"

He nodded drowsily.

In the middle of the night, Shubman had woken up, untangled himself from Sara, and shifted to the couch. Though exhausted, he did not want to scare her by waking up together. He knew nothing of the sort had happened.

They smiled at each other awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly, there was a loud, banging knock on the door to break the silence.

"Hellooo," Suveer announced as Sara opened the door confused.

"Stupid, kya kar re yahaan," Shubman groaned from the couch.

"Pagal wagal hai kya? you only invited me last night to meet here before going back to Leicester."

Suveer motioned to Sara.

"You too Sara ji. Y'all were like no no bro let's have breakfast together then you leave."

Shubman flopped back, closing his eyes and Sara rubbed her neck shyly.

"Sorry Suveer, I think we had a little too much to drink. But you're welcome to stay, I haven't prepared anything but we can cook together if you'd like."

Sara left to inspect the fridge as Suveer bent closer to inspect Shubman's disheveled state.

"Dude did you even shower?"

"No I fell asleep here. All my shit is still at the hotel man."

Suveer wiggled his eyebrows.

"Achaa. Fell asleep."

"Arre seriously that's all. Don't piss me off, I've already got a headache."

Shubman went to refresh and change while Sara and Suveer prepared omelettes and toast.

Soon the trio sat to dig into their much needed meal.

"So, how was the time with Tanu?" Shubman asked between a sip of juice.

"Good bro. I'll miss the peace, when I'm in India she only wants to talk to Mahima on the video call. I get barely 5 minutes."

"Definitely Mahima di uske pasandeeda hai," Shubman laughed.

Sara scrunched her eyebrows.

"Mahima Di?"

"Mere behen, aur Shubman's too. For us Punjabis, a friend's sister is our sister."

Suveer paused.

"Well, most of the times," he finished, biting back a cheeky grin.

Sara reddened, but Shubman felt his heart jump.