" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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The air was thick with tension, and the night had spiraled into chaos. Veer's voice cut through the noise. "Rivaan, leave her."
Vikram growl. "You better let her go, Rivaan, before I beat the shit out of you." His fists clenched as he took a step closer.
Aisha, standing between them, wore a face of pure exhaustion. One thing had become crystal clear to her tonight: parties were not her scene. Rivaan was getting on her last nerve—just like everyone else in the room. She was done with the whole ordeal.
"Let it be. I'll drop him off," Aisha muttered.
Arjun raised an eyebrow. "Aisha, you don't have to." He wasn't about to let her haul around a human-sized sack of intoxicated CEO.
Divyansh, standing beside Arjun, nodded in agreement, throwing Rivaan a look that said, I would throw you into the ocean if you weren't devil.
Rivaan, however, was blissfully unaware of the death stares. He had decided to make Aisha his personal leaning post, slinging his arm around her shoulders like they were in some rom-com. "Aisha... mineee," he slurred, "you're comin' with me, that's it." He gave a lopsided grin.
Anaya, saw this as her moment to shine. "Aisha, you need to rest. Let me drop him," she offered, blinking as if she were the Good Samaritan of the evening.
Aisha's eyes narrowed, her friends' eyes narrowed, even the universe's eyes narrowed.
Manvi, who had zero tolerance for Anaya's theatrics, snapped, "Like you aren't drunk too, princess.", making her pout.
Vikram, who was looking more murderous by the second. "Rivaan, let her go, or so help me—"
That was it. Aisha had reached her limit.
"Shut UP!" she shouted, silencing the entire room. "I said I'm going to drop him off, and that's final!"
Everyone blinked at her in surprise—except Rivaan, who had already zoned out again. "Yesss... Aisha's going with me... that's it," he mumbled dreamily, as if they were heading off on some romantic getaway and not an emergency drunk-dump mission.
The collective eye roll in the room could have powered a small city.
Aisha, still fuming, grabbed Rivaan by the arm and dragged him out of the party. "Great job, Aisha," she muttered to herself as they stumbled toward the car. "Instead of a peaceful night, you're now a glorified Uber driver for this mess."
She practically shoved Rivaan into the passenger seat, wrestling with his seatbelt as he swayed like a very tall, very uncooperative toddler. "Sit still, Mr. Malhotra. I'm not certified for drunk yoga."
Once she managed to get him strapped in, Aisha slid into the driver's seat and sighed. She glanced at Rivaan who was smiling at Aisha and staring at her dreamily.
