Chapter 12

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Vijay's POV

"So Vijay. These are all almost set. Only you and Shaurya." Reddy sir says.

I just smile.

"Sir, you didn't know. Vijay is with a girl." Gautam says.

"Hey-" I say to him.

"Vijay." Reddy sir looks at me, taking a drink of his beer.

"Sir. Nothing yet sir. I still have to meet her mother. Her mother has to approve of me. Long process." I reply.

"When will I meet her Vijay." Reddy sir replies.

"Today sir. She is coming right.." Yash interrupts.

"Rey, why would she come here man?" I ask Yash. He just shrugs.

"Hey, there she is." Gautam says, pointing towards the entrance.

I look to where he is pointing and sure enough, I see Mithra.

I look to where he is pointing and sure enough, I see Mithra

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"Hey." she says, walking over.

The boys chorus a hi, and she sits down next to me. Divya comes up to us.

"Hey Mithra!" Divya says.

"Hi Divya!" Mithra replies, standing and giving her a hug. They both sit down again, and start taking shots.

"So, how do you all know each other?" Mithra asks.

"We were in the same group in Kashmir, for training." Yash says.

"They give bank training in Kashmir?" Mithra asks, confused.

I had told Mithra that I was a bank employee. I didn't tell her about my real job, RAW.

"No. Uh, we all went to Kashmir to train for mountain climbing. That's what Yash was talking about." I quickly cover.

"Oh. Ok."

I relax, and continue to have fun.

"Vijay. Lets go dance. Please." Mithra asks, her voice slurred.

"Mithra you drank so much." I say.

"Don't be a party-pooper mister. I want to dance Vijay." She whines.

"Fine fine." We both walk onto the dance floor, and start to dance. I twirl her around. She slams into my chest and we stand, staring into each other's eyes. Grabbing her waist, I pull her towards me. I lean close to her, and she leans close to me.

"Vijay!" Gautam yells. Mithra and I jump apart quickly. Divya and the boys walk up to us.

"Yea?" I ask, flustered, but acting as if nothing happened, but they all give me and Mithra a sly smile.

Mithra, who is drunk, starts to talk gibberish.

"Vijju. I love you." She slurs.

I look at her and shake my head, chuckling.

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