The Best Match

The Drunk Confessor

"It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth."

Shree's Perspective

"One more!" I ordered slurring and the flamboyant lad across the table slid the white sparkling water to me.

"Thank you Mr. Hottie!" I simpered and he gave me a vibrant smile. Chugging the empty glass down, I raised my hand, "One more!"

"Ma'am..." He spoke out hesitantly, oh how sweet, I cupped my palms and put my chin on it. "Don't call me ma'am, call me Shree. Butu, on second thoughts."

"Okay, so I guess you're tipsy. I believe you should stop now." He said, retreating the glass from me and I stopped him, "No please don't. I need it, I need to drink till I'm wasted to eradicate him out of my system."

"Ma'am I think..."

"I'm paying you, right? Isn't what your policy says 'Satisfy the customer with the last swig'?" I slurred my head heavy as a log. "And don't worry; I won't puke here, on your counter. I am a restraint drinker."

I produced myself one glass and swigged it lividly. Whining, as I recalled him, I called Mr. Hottie again "Refill it!"

"Ma'am are you okay? Why are you crying?" He asked, what a gentleman! Glancing around, I placed my elbows on the desk and leaned forward to whisper "You promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Err...actually..."

"He's flagitious. He's the hottest jerk I've ever come across but..." I sighed, falling back on my seat "...he don't love me. You know what Mr. Hottie; he superseded me like a trash in midnight. Who does that? Tell me!"

"No one." He shrugged, all attentive and I smiled sadly, forwarding my hand to take the filled glass "I know. I know no one does that. Above all, will you believe that he tried to coax me with a bunch of flowers and cards? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?"

"Ma'am I think..."

"I'm a masochist you know, because I still want him to like..." I pointed at him to see because he was swaying. "Bro, stay on one spot please."

"Ma'am..."

"So I was saying that I finally asked him divorce," I hiccupped, "And he was mum all the time. Couldn't he refuse? Couldn't he tell me that he needs me?"

"You love him, Right miss?" I frowned at his question and slipped out of the chair, "What nonsense? How can I love such an ungrateful shit of a human? He makes me cry all the time, he don't love me. Why would I love him? You are drunk Mr. Hottie." I rapped out and turned to go but my legs turn jelly and I fell down, knocking someone in the process.

Abhimanyu's Perspective

"Sir, it's late. You should wrap it all." Gaurav hesitantly uttered, coming inside.

"You guys go and ask Manohar to go as well. I've to finish some work." I nodded, without looking up at him.

"Okay sir." He walked out and I leaned back on my chair, crossing my hands behind my head. Stoically, staring at the cream ceiling, I closed my eyes.

She wanted divorce, what could be more stabbing? She wanted to leave me just like Divya prophesized and I made it happen. Why would she possibly want to stay with me when she could have someone better!!

Let her go Abhimanyu, she deserves to be happy.

My reverie broke as my cell phone beeped on its ace. Still closing my eyes and relaxing in the previous position, I groped for it and took up the call.