THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

55~ Drunk Confession

Eshaan had taken few sips when Monica hiccupped. He turned his head to look at her and frowned on seeing a dreamy expression on her face.

Monica looked towards the door and blinked. Suddenly, her vision was getting blurred. Just one drink shouldn't have caused so much dizziness and blurry vision.

'What happened?' Eshaan asked concerned.

'Not-', - Hiccup, - 'Nothing.' Hiccup.

Eshaan eyed her as she blinked few times. She hiccup-ed again.

'Moni-?'

'Yeah.' She slurred. Eshaan was confused because with just one drink it was impossible to get so drunk. She blinked at him and smiled silly. She placed her palm on his shoulder.

'What is happening to me?' – She leaned close to his ear, - 'You were supposed to feel like this, because, because, I spiked your drink.' She said and leaned back. Eshaan looked sharply at her. She looked him and began giggling.

'Oops, I wasn't supposed to tell you that.' She said happily and then leaned against him.

Eshaan shifted and took the glass from her. Monica was startled but smiled as he walked around the bed and placed the glasses on the bedside table. He walked back to her and stood next to her.

'You will never change.' – He placed his palms on his hips and shook his head, - 'Why did you spike my drink?' He questioned. Monica blinked at him and smiled dreamily. She tried to stand up but kept stumbling. Eshaan sighed and grabbed her arm and made her stand. She swayed on spot and leaned placing her palms on his shoulder.

'Because, because I wanted to prove to Jhanvi-Jhanvi that you-you are a womanizer.' She said and fell on him. Eshaan pursed his lips tightly and held her arms. He pulled her off him and glared into her eyes. She blinked cutely at him.

'I can't believe you -- anyway, there is no use talking to you now.' – He held her hand, - 'Come.' He tugged her hand.

'No.' Monica shook her head and freed her hand from his grip.

'I have to prove-prove-' She closed her eyes and dropped on his bed. She opened her arms and took a deep breath.

'I so missed this.' She caressed the bedsheet with her arms.

Eshaan glared at her, - 'Come.' He said seriously.

'Give me your hand.' Monica extended her hand. Eshaan sighed and gave his hand. She held his hand and pulled him. He lost his balance and fell over her.

'Oww!' Both winced. Eshaan was about to move when Monica held his shoulders. He stopped moving and looked at her. Their faces were only a few inches away from each other. Monica blinked slowly at him, a small smile on her face. Eshaan also found it difficult to avert his gaze from her hazel eyes. Slowly, Monica extended her hand and held his face. She kept looking lovingly at him.

'You know,' – she ran her gaze over his face, - 'Why I wanted you to fall in Jhanvi's eyes?' She asked looking back into his eyes.

'Why?' He breathed. His gaze locked with hers. Monica smiled moving her hand. She caressed his stubble and rested her index finger on his chin. She eyed his lips briefly before looking back into his eyes.

'Because, because I want-want you to not be with her. She annoys me.' – Monica made a face, - 'Especially, when she talks about you, and when you hug her and-and when you say you love her and, and when I think about you two getting married.'

Eshaan frowned, - Marry? – Then he rolled his eyes, - Monica and her imagination. He shifted back. Monica watched him sit and blinked at his back for a while before sitting up on the bed. Eshaan sighed and looked at her. She tugged down her dress and looked back at him.