wooing Meera Rai

XX | everywhere

a/n reminder to not read the story if the characters bother you. comments that piss me off will be deleted. thank you :)

tune in 'Mere Naam Tu' for this chapter! 

XX | everywhere

"What is... what is wrong with him?"

That was a generous question given the drunken state of the millionaire asshole who couldn't stand straight. Shaurya had dropped Vihaan home after their drinking session, and Vihaan was hammered to say the least. He was wobbling his way in the house, and leaning on Shaurya's tall frame when the house help opened the door for him. Meera made her way out of the room when she heard Vihaan's high-pitched noises and a spiralling commotion in the hall.

"He had a little too much to drink."

A little too much was not accurate to describe Vihaan's drunken scale. Meera could tell that Vihaan had probably emptied the entire bar because he was stinking of alcohol despite being laid on the couch. She hated the smell of liquor, and everything about it. It brought back painful memories - memories where she was destroyed by the stench.

She didn't want any of that back. That was the only reason she had asked Vihaan to never come home drunk. Or even tipsy. There was this one-night post their marriage when they had attended a business party and Vihaan drank a glass or two of whiskey and even though he wasn't tipsy, Meera had a nervous breakdown by the idea of her husband drinking. When Vihaan asked her what was wrong, she simply said that she hated alcohol and offered to sleep in the hall for that night.

After that, Vihaan never touched the bitter drink. At least until a month back. Now that they were going to get divorced, Meera figured Vihaan would resort back to his old habits given that the charade was over. So, it didn't surprise her that Vihaan was point blank drunk at two in the morning, unable to handle himself.

"I need another drink..." Vihaan said from the couch, his eyes shut and hands raised to grab the beer glass. "Another..."

Meera shook her head in disbelief. She asked one of the house staff to help Vihaan inside the room. While that happened, Meera faced the tall builder - a tired smile on his handsome face countering her grim look.

"Thanks."

Shaurya rubbed the back of his neck, the other hand holding his suit jacket. "You okay now?" He asked, taking a step back to look down at the tired woman. "I am sorry, I didn't come to meet you before... I intended too but..."

"That's fine. I am okay now."

"Meera - "

Meera met Shaurya's greyish eyes and read the concern and sympathy in them. She hated being on the other end of the sympathy bargain. More than that, she hated being pitied.

"Shaurya, I am fine."

Shaurya raised his hand in defence and took another step back. "I know that you hate this situation you are in right now and I hate that I can do nothing about it..."

The conversation was short lived when Vihaan threw a tantrum and refused to be helped by anyone. He interrupted their conversation by grabbing Meera's hand and pulling her towards him. Meera was startled when Vihaan stood in between them, grabbing all her attention. He wouldn't let go of her wrist despite her trying to lessen his grip.

"Vihaan - "

"I need more whiskey."

"Vihaan..."

There was another reason why Meera hated alcohol. Especially when it made her asshole of a husband a little less despicable and a lot cuter. She had firsthand experience of Vihaan forgetting everything about the present and living just like he was in the past whenever he was under the influence of alcohol. And more than that, she knew that he still had an upper hand on her.