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We were in the club, and it was insanely loud. My ears felt like they might bleed if I stayed another second, but if my girl wanted to be there, then I was all in.
I wasn’t the type to restrict her, but she could do whatever she wanted in my presence because I was always there to protect her.
If she wanted to have her first drink, she could. I know when a friendship breaks, it feels like hell.
She was only three shots down, and she was already drunk.
“Ivey, why am I seeing you everywhere? It’s not like... like I’ve already fallen for you, but... Wait, are you the Gen Z Ravana?”
I frowned at her words, not understanding what she meant. “No, not the Saif Ali Khan one, but the hotty hotty , handsome one… because I see… one, two, three… nine... ten heads of yours.”
She giggled while looking at my face.
“Baby, you’re drunk. Let’s get you home,” I said, trying to reach for her arm, but she yanked her hand away.
Blinking her eyes a few times, she said, “Ivey, why are we here? We were at home, right? Why are we here?”
“Baby, you’re the one who told me to bring you here to get drunk, and—”
She cut me off by pressing her index finger to my lips.
“Shhh. Don’t…” She blinked her eyes twice. “Don’t ‘baby’ me. I’m not your baby, but I can give you a baby.”
My eyes widened. Her words made my heart race, and I knew she’d regret it once she sobered up.
“Why are you giving me that look? Don’t you want babies with me?”
I swallowed hard at her words.
“You’re gonna regret this tomorrow, baby girl.”
“Don’t ‘baby girl’ me. That’s what my Lirio calls me,” she said, glancing around the club.
Oh. Okay. So now Lirio is hers. Lirio is going to be over the moon when she hears this.
“I miss Sam,” she said, starting to cry. “Why did she act that way with me? And why did Swayam never mention that she liked me? I feel betrayed. They hid everything from me... I... I... wait.”
Her mood shifted suddenly when her eyes landed on something—my lips.
“Your lips look luscious… like some chicken tikka… no, no, like chicken kebab… no, wait. Let me taste them first, and then I’ll tell you what they’re made of,” she said, almost pulling me toward her. Thankfully, I managed to keep us both balanced; otherwise, we would’ve ended up on the crowded floor.
