The Unfinished Poetry √

Part Twenty One

" So? "

Devasena was eight glasses down, and Amarendra just had to get up and snatch the ninth one from her hand.

" So?  What do you mean by that?  You are my guest! And I cannot let you fall sick now! "

Amarendra walked back to sit.

" Sick? When has someone fallen sick of alcohol? Alcohol drives out sickness rather! " , Devasena uttered in a slurred nasal tone. She had by then messed up all the cushions on the sofa. " Mental sickness."

Amarendra raised his brows and smirked, as if uttering a silent "really?"

" One second, who decorated this house so beautifully? It was locked for centuries right? " , Devasena said, looking around, trying to pick up a glass once again.

Amarendra softly smacked her hand and she uttered a nag. And fell back on the sofa.

" I did. Within a day. I've good contacts here. And I cannot live in a mess. "

Devasena laughed and lay down on the sofa, the drink was surely taking over her now with every passing second.

The rain had stopped for the time being, and Amarendra got up to bring an emergency light.

" Power cuts happen mostly when the rain ceases. So peculiar! " , he said walking away.

And Devasena immediately grabbed the whole bottle and gulped away all at once.

Amarendra turned sensing it, and stood with hands on his waist.
" Such a hopeless you are! Who drinks this way for the first time? "

He came back to the table and shoved away all the articles, while Devasena laughed like a lunatic.

" stop laughing! "
He said in a soft yet commanding tone and walked away.

Devasena got up and followed him, missing steps and balancing. Amarendra brought down an emergency light from the top of a shelf while Devasena stood behind holding onto the staircase railing. And giggled.

" What's so funny about everything now? I don't like disobedient people. "
Amarendra walked past her to the sofa and she followed again, giggling.

And she tripped over a stool, which turned Amarendra back in a split second, making him let go the light from his hands and hold her instead, by her waist, softly. The light fell and broke.

The eyelock lasted for another split second, and was followed by another frantic feat of laughter by Devasena. Amarendra made her sit on the sofa, and nodded his head hopelessly.

" Devasena! Behave!"

Devasena immediately stood up in attention, but fell back again. She then leaned against the sofa and stared deeply at Amarendra, who stood before, watching her.

" I'm beautiful. And you're handsome. This is a beautiful night, and we are alone. But, you are sober, and I gotta trust you. "
Devasena then cupped her face with her hands and made a weeping sound. " I don't want to keep my trust in a single piece. "

Amarendra let go a long breath, smirked and settled before her again.

Devasena removed her hands from her eyes, and looked into him. " What songs do you listen to? Ghazals? "