Unexpectedly Perfect

42. Drunk and Secrets

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Ivaan Singh Raghuvanshi
Adhira Arora

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Ivaan let out a frustrated groan, the loud, persistent banging on his door disrupting his peaceful night, prompting irritation to well up within him. "Who the fuck is banging on my door like a madman at 2:30 in the midnight," he mumbled as he checked the time on his phone.

His voice laced with annoyance as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and gingerly made his way to the door. Upon swinging it open, he was met with the sight of Adhira, "Mr. Bagghad Billa." Her voice echoing through the hallway as she proclaimed her presence in typical dramatic fashion.

The pungent scent of alcohol hung in the air, causing Ivaan to wrinkle his nose in distaste. Exhaling a weary sigh, he gently wrapped his arm around her, lifting her up with practiced ease and closing the door behind them. As they stumbled into the room, her words slurred and incoherent, she absently tugged at his hair, her seemingly intoxicated state adding to the surrealness of the moment.
He made her sit on the bed, reassuring her with a gentle tone as he said, "I will be right back. Just stay here, okay?"

Her response was a simple shake of the head in denial before she surprised him by grabbing his arm with an unexpected force, causing him to lose his balance and fall over her, their proximity leading to a close encounter.

Adhira couldn't help but let out a joyous giggle, her affectionate teasing evident as she playfully pinched his cheeks. "I can't help but find you incredibly adorable right now, Mr. Raghuvanshi." she remarked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Ivaan, reacting with a sigh of both fond exasperation and amusement, attempted to rise, but she held onto his hand, with a smile playing on her lips.

She then suddenly slapped his bare chest, causing a slight red mark to appear, and with a mischievous grin on her face, she asked him, "You want to hear a secret?" He furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing her question and nodded his head in anticipation, a curious gleam in his eyes, urging her to go ahead and reveal what she had in store.

Her chuckle was almost musical as she looked at him teasingly and whispered in a low voice, "I did something with you when you were drunk." His eyebrow arched in intrigue, his interest piqued, and he questioned her, "What did you do to me, you stupid girl?"

Hurt by his choice of words, she narrowed her eyes at him and snapped back with a mixture of anger and hurt, "I am not stupid, you moron; apologize to me right now." The tension crackled between them, adding a layer of complexity to their conversation.