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As we enter the club, the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the music is drumming. The club is indeed beautifully luxurious, Ruhi dancing with Ayan.
And me and Ronan sitting on a chair in the bar section, drinking.
I order another strong drink as the bartender passes me my sixth glass of liquor, and I gulp it down in one go! The burning sensation shoots through my throat, and my heart feels numb with pain and emptiness.
I look around at the section where people are getting high on the strong music, dancing, drinking, and making out - and even gambling.
My head is becoming heavy, but I don't care. I reach for another glass of liquor, but Ronan stops my movement. "You don't look like you can take more," he says. I snap my head towards him, raising a brow.
"I'm already taking many things silently, so what's the big deal?" I say, gulping down the drink without caring about anything. I hear him chuckling and look at him.
"What?" I ask. He smiles cheekily. "Nothing, you just look cute while being drunk." I squint my eyes at him.
"Shut up, I'm not cute. In fact, I'm a witch who's going to do black magic very soon to get him." I utters while Shaking my head.
He laughs. "Him? Who?" I scoff and say, "No one." But he's that no one I tell people when they ask what I'm thinking. Thinking about him, which is obviously my twenty-four-seven habit.
I gaze around the room, my eyes land on a familiar figure - A broad back and buff physique that made my breath catch. I rub my eyes, wondering if the liquor is playing tricks on me. Or Was it really him?
Without caring, I stumble towards him, my unsteady feet carrying me in his direction, but he vanishes into the elevator before I can reach him. I curse my slow reflexes and make my way to the adjacent elevator, my fingers pressing the button for the floor above with a sense of urgency.
As the doors opened, I scan the area frantically, my eyes finally landing on his familiar figure turning to the right. This place indeed feels like a maze. I blink my eyes rapidly as I hasten to follow him, My mind racing with anticipation.
The alcohol coursing through my veins fueling my reckless self , as I trail behind him, careful to remain unnoticed.
I watch as he stops in front of a secure door, scans his thumb, and slips inside. Taking a deep breath, I follow, slipping into the same room before the door could close, I press myself against the wall, hiding.
My heart pounds in my chest as I peek around, taking in the surroundings. The room is a VIP lounge, with five people inside, sitting on couches while drinking, including a bald, pierced, and tattooed man who looks like a goon is sitting in front of them.
