For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't.
They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage.
Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and no...
Enjoy the song, because I was listening to it as well.. 😉 Do suggest some nice songs since I'm trying to expand my taste in music.
Samayra POV
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(This outfit is for next morning) I enter the bar wearing my tshirt and loose denims ripped from the knees and look at Ambar sitting there sipping water, his droopy eyelids and ruffled hair the only thing making him look drunk, as Chetan and another man whose contact picture I've seen from his frequent calls with Ambar, were both passed out.
He handles his alcohol a lot better than others I would have said looking at him sitting like this, if not for the phone call.
I walked towards him as his eyelids started getting heavy. He tried to keep them open, until another minute later it got too much and he closed them shut, his head slowly falling on the table.
Damn it.
I look at the three men, almost 6 feet and half tall with well-built bodies.
"Mam.. Are you here to take them?" a waiter approaches.
"Yes.." I speak a little hesistant vary of the time of night and me being the only girl in the tavern themed bar with some english music suiting the vintage ambience played..
"They didn't pay full." He says.
"How much.." I ask looking at an half empty bottle already on the table.
"Mam.. that's the fifth bottle.. It's 4700 in total. They pre-paid for the rest, food and stuff." He says and I nod.
Five bottles of premium scotch and 3 people.
Such boozehounds.
"Okayy.. I'll pay.. but on one condition." I say looking at the men sprawled out on the table and trying to figure out what I can do. I can't leave them here, that's for sure.
"What's that?" he asks giving me a weird frown as if I was a psycho.
"Help me load them in my car." I say and he nods as if it was a fair request. Well, I think they get it often.
After a struggle of 10 minutes they were loaded up in the backseat, piling and falling on each other with collided heads, each of them muttering God knows what incoherent words as I called my father-in-law using Car's Bluetooth while driving. He picked up on the fifth ring.
"Samayra.. Child.. Is everything okay?" he says worried as to why I was calling so late at night. I look at the half bottle of whiskey kept on the dashboard and smirk to myself.
You're so dead dear husband.
But this is my only choice. I can't drag all of them inside the house all by myself.
"Yeah dad.. Just.. You know Ambar must have gone drinking and so.." I say and pause a little, giving him time to comprehend.
"No.. he's not allowed to go out until the wedding." He says as my smile widens.
