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"Viraj-"
"Vodka please." I heard her voice.
Soft, surreal, and feminine.
I gripped the glass tightly.
"Is this seat taken?" Her voice, so grounded.
"No." I said while glancing at her finally.
She sat down, close enough for me to smell her jasmine fragnance.
Her Red shimmering kurti with ruffed jeans were telling about her Background.
She's Good-looking, Not Something so exquisite, but someone who's warm. Someone who feels like home.
"Are you okay?" She glanced at my glass of alcohol.
I exhaled laugh.
"Do I look Like one?"
"No, You look pretending very hard to look good by the way."
"I hope people aren't finding it that easily." I mumbled while gulping down the glass.
She chuckled.
"No, Only if they pays attention." I glanced at her.
So, Did she?
But why would she pay attention to a mere stranger?