The Bet is On (Completed☑️)

21. Love Test?

Chapter 21

The upgrade in club is definitely winning protracted appreciation. The shimmering lights are sparkling, sporadically basking each corner in glitzy tint. Melodious, full-base sultry music, is crafting infatuated ambiance for customers.

Strolling past the crowd in corridor, Arnav and Moib saunters to the bar section to start the night-fun.

"Prep something party like, sweets." Moib flirts, eyeing the full breasts clasped in push up brazier and formal white shirt pretending to read her name; Neha Kashif.

She nods with a composed smile enhancing her dimples. Dripping a little kala khatta syrup in a flat plate, she effortlessly dips the edges of two glasses in it. Then, she sugarcoats the wet brims. With her well-manicured nails on show, she sets glasses back onto shelf to add the rest of Kala Khatta syrup in glasses till it nicely covers the bottoms. As she picks the champagne bottles, she passes them a subtle sexy beam and exhibits pouring skills. The drink promptly pops out the moment champagne mixes in.

While raising her thick fashion lashes, she advances wineglasses towards both of them.

"Enraptured!" To fan off the reminiscences of Khushi's pledges and escalate ego, Arnav flirts.

"Welcome, Neha. The paradise was incomplete without dimples." Moib blinks in slow motion, consciously slowing it down. Witnessing the smug expressions of his friend, Arnav straightaway regrets his flick.

To flout the pull of heart, he chugs down enough glasses to totter sane senses. "Two more, please, cutie." Arnav murmurs, forwarding his glass. So bad, that they had taken dinner to avoid drunken situation. He wants to get wasted tonight.

"Sure, Sir." She prepares a stronger drink this time and boys feel a sharp but pleasing spin. Arnav shakes head to shrug off the hallucination of his wife's teary eyes. They are disturbing him much. He downs a few more and finally strolls along Moib to converse with friends and cherish refreshments from the fleshy waiters.

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"You are drunker than usual." Moib expresses his disbelief as he shoves his friend in back seat of car. Getting himself adjusted, he notions driver to take them Meer Mansion.

"Nah. I am cool." Arnav rejects the judgement and checks schedule for coming day sent by Aaniya hours ago. He dreads to admit he consumed excessive liquor to fight against the pledges echoing in mind, reminding him of her love and ache.

"You sure about going home and not farm house?" Moib reconfirms as the distance rapidly starts to get covered. All thanks to mild deserted roads at half past two.

"That is my home." The manly ego clouds his care once again. He feels no shame in confronting his wife after doing the worst with her love and emotions.

Opting to stay quiet, Moib drops Arnav inside the main gate and then hustles towards his own home due to harsh weather.

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He smashes the door open, lurching on feet. The powerful gales strengthen the blow sound indicating the expectancy of a windstorm...

He takes a determined step inside room to close windows if they were left ajar. He jerks head to liberate inebriation signs and avoid another lecture of his wife – only if she is here as wives typically set off to their parent's home after a heated argument with husband.

With a mocking taste to her love-confessions, he blatantly throws his blazer onto the table in irritation and the vase hardly saves from shattering.