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31. Abhishek - Mayank 🔞

Top: Abhishek
Bottom: Mayank

Plot: Jealousy

For : ishman77

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"You nervous?" Mayank asked, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror as he straightened his tie.

"Should I be?" Abhi replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He tapped his foot against the floor mat, trying to ignore the butterflies doing somersaults in his stomach.

"It's just a party, man," Mayank said with a grin, shifting the car into park. "You're going to be fine."

Abhi took a deep breath and nodded, trying to convince himself that Mayank was right. They had been together for a few months now, and this was the first time he'd be meeting Mayank's work friends. It was a big deal for both of them, a step closer to being open about their relationship in a world that wasn't always welcoming.

The house was already pulsing with the bass of a party in full swing as they approached. Strands of colorful lights draped over the porch, and the sound of laughter spilled out the windows like a sweet perfume. Inside, the room was crowded, a swirl of faces and bodies moving to the rhythm of the music.

Mayank took Abhi's hand and led him through the throng of people. The living room looked like a scene from a magazine, with its sleek furniture and walls adorned with abstract art. The smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. Abhi felt a twinge of excitement mingle with his nerves.

"You want a drink?" Mayank shouted over the music, pointing towards the bar.

Abhi nodded, his eyes scanning the room, looking for familiar faces. He spotted a few of Mayank's colleagues, but they were all too busy socializing to notice them yet. At the bar, Mayank ordered a whiskey for himself and a gin and tonic for Abhi. The bartender, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a mischievous smile, winked at Mayank as he handed over the drinks.

"Thanks," Mayank said, passing one to Abhi.

Rob, the bartender leaned in, his voice a low rumble. "Keep an eye on this one," he said, nudging Mayank playfully. "He's quite the charmer."

Mayank rolled his eyes. Abhi took a sip of his drink and tried to ignore the way Rob's gaze lingered on Mayank as they walked away.

"Who's that?" Abhi asked, his voice tight.

"Just Rob," Mayank said with a shrug. "He's harmless."

"Does he know you're taken?"

"Everyone here knows," Mayank assured him. "He's just playing around."

But the flirting didn't stop. Throughout the night, Rob found excuses to hover near them, his eyes always finding Mayank's. Each time it happened, Abhi felt his anger simmering like a pot on a stove set just a notch too high. It wasn't the first time someone had hit on Mayank in front of him, but it was the first time it was so blatant, so persistent.

Finally, as the party grew louder and the air thick with the scent of spilled drinks and sweat, Rob leaned in, his breath warm against Mayank's ear. "You should give me your number," he said, his voice a suggestive whisper. "We could have some fun."

That was the last straw. Abhi's hand tightened around his drink, his knuckles turning white. "That's enough," he snapped, turning to face the bartender. "Back off."

Mayank's eyes widened, and he placed a calming hand on Abhi's arm. "It's fine," he said. "Let's just enjoy the party."

But Abhi's jealousy had turned to anger. He grabbed Mayank's hand and pulled him away from the bar. "We're leaving," he said firmly, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.