Inescapably Yours

II

That night, neither of them could sleep.

Deepika was too restless tossing and turning until she wore herself out. She let out an agitated sigh, kicked the covers off of her, and headed to the mini bar in the living room downstairs. She knew it might be a bad idea but she couldn't help it. She needed to calm her mind by whatever means necessary. She poured herself two shots of vodka, downing them as soon as she had them out. She could immediately feel the burning sensation go through her whole body. She found a bottle of wine that looked inviting and decided to pour herself a glass and take it out to the beach.

She stepped out, the salty crisp air mixed with the alcohol in her system making her skin buzz. She sighed blissfully and walked closer to the water. She sat at shore, where the water can hit her feet but wouldn't go further, sipping her wine and staring at the distance.

Should she go to him? She wondered. She didn't even know where he's staying. Even if she did, what would she say to him? "Oh I sort of am still crazy in love with you. Let's pick up where we left off and then fall apart again"? She can't do that again. She can't get her hopes up only to have them crushed again. She can't let her heart wander only to get lost again. She already did all that for him once. She won't do it again.

"Damn you, Ranveer Singh," she cursed out loud with a strangled scream.

"He already is!" she heard him shout back from a distance.

Her eyes shot to where she thought the voice was coming from. She squinted trying to get the clearest vision of him but couldn't quite spot him. "Where are you!" She demanded frustratedly.

"Come find me, Booboo," he teased playfully.

"Don't call me that," she ordered harshly. Then regretted it when he didn't reply. "I can't," she whispered almost to herself. "I can't," she repeated, "I can't go through this again," she explained. "I don't have it in me," she finished miserably.

She heard the shuffle of feet but the noise was going farther instead of coming closer. She shot up to her feet in fear. The alcohol in her made the sudden move a terrible idea. She blacked out for a minute then cried out as she felt herself swoon. She hit the water with a loud thud. She was conscious enough to keep herself from inhaling the water but not conscious enough to get herself up and out of it.

Suddenly, she felt herself being scooped up and carried away. Her eyelids were still too heavy. She would have screamed and resisted had she not recognized who it was. He still smelled the same. And he still made her feel the same.

"Why would you do that, you idiot?!" He scolded.

"I wanted to run after you," the advantage of this alcohol infused brain is that it's a lot less inhibited.

"Why?" He pressed.

"Guess," she giggled stupidly further snuggling up to him.

"Well if it were me, I'd run after you because I still want you," he humored her.

"You smell good," she buried her nose in his neck inhaling. "I always found your scent enticing," she kissed his neck causing him to lose his balance that he decided he should sit down lest he get them both killed.

"Deepu," he complained with strangled resolves.

She clung to him for dear life, "I miss you," she managed through unexpected tears.

He felt his heart being squeezed out of his chest. He kissed her tears away, "I don't know what you want," he told her truthfully. "You say you don't want to start over, that you can't go through it again. That's fair. I don't blame you but," he brushed her hair off her face, looking deeply into her eyes, "I want to. I want to go through whatever a thousand times over for you. You're my it, Deepika, and you know that," his thumb caressed her cheek tenderly.

She might have been tipsy and a little hazy but she has never been able to see clearer. "I love you. There was never a day when I doubted or faltered. It was you and it will always remain you," she confessed.

"What are you saying?" He asked with hopeful eyes.

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "If we have tonight, what about tomorrow? What about next week?" In a small voice laced with all the pain in her heart, "what about when I leave again?" she wondered.

He looked at her with equal pain and helplessness, "I wish I knew the answer," he pulled her to him tighter.

They remained like that for a while. Trying to absorb as much of each other as they possibly could before they go their separate ways again.

Deepika started dosing off, so she tried to get up and leave before she fell asleep right there on the beach but couldn't. "Ranveer, let me go," she whined.

"I can't."

"Baby, please. I'm falling asleep," she reasoned.

"Then sleep," he replied stubbornly.

"I can't sleep out here," she said incredulously.

"I'll take you in later," he reassured.

That sounded way better than using her own feet and strength to walk the distance back then take the stair up to her room. It was all the convincing she needed. So she made herself more comfortable by lying her head on his chest, her bottom between his legs, and throwing her legs over his right thigh. His left arm was draped across her abdomen while his right hand played with her left one; specifically her ring finger.

"I can hear your heartbeat," she said sleepily and drunkenly with her eyes closed.

"Does it say your name?"

"Chee!!" she cringed, "you were always cheesy!"

"What can I say? You bring the worst out of me," he shrugged.

They fell quiet for a few minutes that he assumed she fell asleep. "We should have been married by now," he muttered to himself.

"With at least one child," she commented.

He looked down surprised to hear her awake, and caught the tear rolling down her cheek. He hugged her to him fully and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He was on the verge of breaking down himself. "Why are we doing this to ourselves and each other? What's stopping us from having what we always wanted?" he pleaded.

"It's not just us. Time, place, work, fate, everything is playing against us," she tried explaining to herself before him.

"Do you ever plan on coming back?"

"I never intended to leave," she reminded him.

"But you did," he stated matter-of-factly. "So are you planning on coming back?" He repeated, "or should I make plans to move?"

She pulled back to look at him, "move where?" She asked with perplexed astonishment.

"Wherever you are."

Disclaimer: this story is work of fiction. It uses real people as characters but it has nothing to do with the real Ranveer or Deepika or any of their industry friends. It's not meant to offend or defraud either. It's just for fun. Take a chill pill and don't share it with the real deepveer because that's a dick move.