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Chapter 11 | drunken confessions

"I don't like you, Mr. Grumpy-face."

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Kabir pulled up his SUV in front of Tanya's house at fifteen past twelve in the night. Oorvi one of Misha's friends had called him to pick up his sister and his wife. Kabir got off the car, dialing Misha's phone number. 

"Hey, Oorvi?" 

"Hello, Kabir."

"Yeah, I am out," Kabir spoke looking at the door. 

"Umm, I will just be there." She replied and the call ended. A minute later the door opened. Kabir was greeted by a woman dressed in floor-length black gown. "Kabir?"

"Yeah," he answered awkwardly. Seems like Heer and Misha were totally wasted.

"They are super drunk!" Oorvi grinned. "Come on in!" 

Kabir entered the house behind her. The living hall's walls were decorated with posters of Misha and windows were decorated with fairy lights. Mattresses were laid out in the middle of the room and two girls were already asleep there, perhaps passed out. 

"Mish, Heer, come on girls Kabir is here!" Oorvi spoke. Kabir's eyes fell on the two drunk women who were giggling. Kabir sighed. 

"Hey, my big bro is here!" Misha exclaimed excitedly getting off the couch, walking up to him. 

"Mish, how drunk are you?" Kabir asked as she hugged him.

"Oh, shut up big bro, it's my party!" Misha slurred slightly. One watchful look at her eyes and Kabir knew she was high. His eyes drifted to Heer who was giggling to herself. Great!

He looked at Oorvi who was trying to convince Heer. "Oorvi, just help Misha to the car, I will get her," Kabir spoke noticing her failed attempts. 

"Sure," Oorvi smiled relieved and helped Misha tot he car while Misha snorted uttering odd phrases.

"Come on Heer, let's go home,"

"Mr. Grumpy is here!" Heer smiled looking up at him.

Kabir raised a brow and looked at her. Mr. Grumpy? He forced a smile, nodding, and reached out to help her up. "Come on,"

"This place is nice. I like this couch." Heer pouted at him as his hand held her arm.

"Heer, you like the bed at home, don't you? You can snuggle and sleep."

"With Advi?" She asked.

"With Advi," he answered affirmatively a little amazed.

"You don't like her sleeping with me..." she complained as she walked beside him. He had put an arm around her waist to help her walk without stumbling.

"No, it's not like that..." he spoke glancing around. The room was a mess, there were glittery things all around, packets of junk food and empty beer cans and liquor bottles. 

"Wait," she squealed suddenly and then bent down to pick up something from a couch. It was a satin sash. Just like the one Misha was wearing which read Bride-To-Be. Kabir peered at it closely, this one read Miss Best Dancer. His lips curved up a little as she put it around herself. "That's mine!" She squealed proudly.

"Best dancer?"

"Yess!" She uttered aloud. "Kabir, you should have seen me dance today. After a very very very very very long time, I actually set the dance floor on fire." She gushed. Kabir quickly held her hand, "the door is there." He led her to the doorstep.