Chapter 28: Chapter 28

"It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth."

Shree's Perspective

"One more!" I ordered slurring and the flamboyant lad across the table slid the white sparkling water to me.

"Thank you Mr. Hottie!" I simpered and he gave me a vibrant smile. Chugging the empty glass down, I raised my hand, "One more!"

"Ma'am..." He spoke out hesitantly, oh how sweet, I cupped my palms and put my chin on it. "Don't call me ma'am, call me Shree. Butu, on second thoughts."

"Okay, so I guess you're tipsy. I believe you should stop now." He said, retreating the glass from me and I stopped him, "No please don't. I need it, I need to drink till I'm wasted to eradicate him out of my system."

"Ma'am I think..."

"I'm paying you, right? Isn't what your policy says 'Satisfy the customer with the last swig'?" I slurred my head heavy as a log. "And don't worry; I won't puke here, on your counter. I am a restraint drinker."

I produced myself one glass and swigged it lividly. Whining, as I recalled him, I called Mr. Hottie again "Refill it!"

"Ma'am are you okay? Why are you crying?" He asked, what a gentleman! Glancing around, I placed my elbows on the desk and leaned forward to whisper "You promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Err...actually..."

"He's flagitious. He's the hottest jerk I've ever come across but..." I sighed, falling back on my seat "...he don't love me. You know what Mr. Hottie; he superseded me like a trash in midnight. Who does that? Tell me!"

"No one." He shrugged, all attentive and I smiled sadly, forwarding my hand to take the filled glass "I know. I know no one does that. Above all, will you believe that he tried to coax me with a bunch of flowers and cards? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?"

"Ma'am I think..."

"I'm a masochist you know, because I still want him to like..." I pointed at him to see because he was swaying. "Bro, stay on one spot please."

"Ma'am..."

"So I was saying that I finally asked him divorce," I hiccupped, "And he was mum all the time. Couldn't he refuse? Couldn't he tell me that he needs me?"

"You love him, Right miss?" I frowned at his question and slipped out of the chair, "What nonsense? How can I love such an ungrateful shit of a human? He makes me cry all the time, he don't love me. Why would I love him? You are drunk Mr. Hottie."

I rapped out and turned to go but my legs turn jelly and I fell down, knocking someone in the process.

Abhimanyu's Perspective

"Sir, it's late. You should wrap it all." Gaurav hesitantly uttered, coming inside.

"You guys go and ask Manohar to go as well. I've to finish some work." I nodded, without looking up at him.

"Okay sir." He walked out and I leaned back on my chair, crossing my hands behind my head. Stoically, staring at the cream ceiling, I closed my eyes.

She wanted divorce, what could be more stabbing? She wanted to leave me just like Divya prophesized and I made it happen. Why would she possibly want to stay with me when she could have someone better!!

Let her go Abhimanyu, she deserves to be happy.

My reverie broke as my cell phone beeped on its ace. Still closing my eyes and relaxing in the previous position, I groped for it and took up the call.

"Hello Abhimanyu!! Bro, save me please. Your wife is taking a pass on me, she's drunk." Bharat's clairvoyant whining made me kick off my feet.

"What? Where are you? Where's she?"

"Classic club! Come soon yaar, I'm married and I don't want Sneha to divorce me." He begged and I heard her voice in background. "Why don't you listen? I love your hair, it's like noodles. Which shampoo do you use?"

Shree.... God!!!

"Abhi..." Bharat nagged and taking my car keys, I pranced out, "I'm on my way buddy. You just handle her till then."

"At this rate, you'll have to handle me." He groaned, cutting the call.

"Manohar, close the office." I threw the words over my shoulder running to the exit.

What the hell is she doing in a club at this hour???

***

Incising through the mass of crazy crowd, I finally saw my friend with his wife, perching on a sofa holding his head.

"Where's she?" I asked loudly as I approached him and the music blasting throughout the club getting on my nerves.

"You won't ask what she did." He crossed his hands offensively and Sneha giggled, "I'll tell him. Abhi, Shree is really a lovely drinker I've ever come across. I mean I've never noticed that if I straighten up his curls, he'll look like Jackie Chan." She frizzled Bharat's curls who glared her.

"Where's she now?" I asked impatiently, I needed to see my wife; I needed to see if she was okay.

"There..." Sneha pointed at the bar counter and following her gaze, I noticed my wife happily talking with the bartender, holding vodka shots in her hand. "You're still letting her drink?"

"Don't worry, that's not vodka. It's simple water. Since she was about to throw a fit, I thought it'll be good." She explained and wordlessly, I sauntered to her.

"You know what Mr. Hottie, he thinks he's supreme. All you guys have this superstitious conception, right! Where does it come from?" She slurred, chugging her glass down and pointed at his pants, "From your balls?"

Color flushed out of my face; don't tell me she's going to dip below the belt comments.

"I've always believed that you guys have brains but no..." She hiccupped, frantically nodding her head "It's replace by your dic-" Not letting her complete her sentence, I swung my arm around her waist, taking the glass from her.

"Hey Mr..." She frowned and turned to me, her lovely chocolate orbs widened as she saw me. "My husband..." She squealed and threw her arms around my neck, making my balance a little punctuated.

I held her closely, inhaling her sweet scent. If she was sober, she wouldn't let me come near her one meter. Hugging was out of context.

Pushing me a little she turned to the bartender, "Mr. Hottie, he's the dick I told you about. He's the one." I face palmed myself, dying in a guilt. What a reputation she's build of mine in her eyes? A dick! Seriously!!

"Give him a drink." She ordered, gleefully when I clutched her waist and put her on her feet. "No need, we're going home."

"No...I'm not going anywhere with you. You're not good for me. Go away!" She pushed me pouting and leaned against the counter.

"Shree....come with me now. You're drunk." I grabbed her forearm but she jerked back, looking away "No I am not, I am a very restraint drinker and I don't puke around. You just go, I need you out of my system."

"Out of your system?" I stepped closer to her, her lavender scent mixed with alcohol making her more intoxicating, "Come let's go home and then you can get me out of your system."

"Which home?" She mumbled, looking down "My home or yours."

Tipping her chin, I made her look up at me. "Our home."

Her eyes glazed and I pulled her to my chest, wrapping my arms around her possessively, she didn't refrain and her soft hands crawled up on my back.

"I want to dance!" Her words rumbled as she murmured against my chest, I smiled placing my chin over her head, "In our room. You can dance there as to your heart's content but not here."

She squirmed and distanced herself frowning, "Are you ordering me? Do you've the guts?"

"I...."

"I'm going to dance and that's final." She stomped her foot and hiccupped, looking over my shoulder and yelled "Oiii DJ!!! Play a song for me."

I held her waist to keep her pendulating-self steady.

"Play a song in which a jerk throws his wife on road and says that their marriage is for world to see..." Her words stuttered as her voice broke and I wanted to kill myself for making her feel that way.

"Come..." I dragged her through the crowd to the exit, ignoring her protests. She needed to be sober before I talked to her and this place was totally a big no.

"Hey where are you taking me? Leave me or I will SHOUT." She yelled, making me flinch and I let go off her hand, pressing my ears. "Goddamn Shree, you just blew my ears off."

She giggled and bounced ahead, occasionally swirling and showing me her tongue, I shook my head smiling and followed her to the pavement.

She stopped and glanced to her left and right, "Where's all the cabs?"

I stood next to her and clasped her palm with mine "You're coming with me."

"No, call me a cab. I am not going with you."

"It's 10 and you won't find any cab here at the moment. So, come with me quietly." I punctuated my words and dragged her with me but she held on to the lamppost with her good hand and whined. "No I'm not coming with you. You will throw me again on some random street and I don't want to disturb Akshat now."

Each time she said it, it made me feel like a monster. Why the hell did I do that?

Sauntering to her, I scooped her up in my arms and she laced her hands around my neck, staring me wide eyes. I mumbled to her, "I am not going to do that again, I promise. I won't leave you in midway. Now just don't shout because you need to be somewhere safe."

"And you think you're safe option?" She giggled as I placed her on the passenger seat, our eyes met for a fraction and she murmured, "You're not good for me. You can't be trusted. I am afraid that you'll leave me all alone and won't even glance at me."

"I won't do that, I-"

"We're divorcing Abhimanyu. What else do you need to get my words?" She laughed, leaning back.

I sat on the driver's seat and ignited on the engine, driving my car to life. She placed her arms on the edge and kept her head over it, glancing outside. My eyes snapped on her in every one and two seconds, ensuring that she was awake.

"STOP!!" She screamed and in jiffy, I applied the sudden break making the tires screech.

"What?" I asked, frowning as she turned to me and pouted. "I want that." Still pointing at something outside, I tilted my neck to follow her cue and glared her.

Beer house. She was pointed at beer house. She was already drunk and she needed more. I found myself laughing at her innocence. She was cute when she was drunk.

"No!" I denied sternly, somehow starting the car and she whined, "Please, one glass only. Please!"

"No means no, just shut up and sit quietly." I glared her hard and puffing her face with squinting frown line on her forehead, she punched my arm, "Why do you order me? I want that. Now."

"Sit quietly and you're not getting it." I handled the steering with one hand and gripped her hand with another, fixing my eyes on the road.

"Why?" She piqued and unfastened her seatbelt.

"What the hell are you...SHREE?" I whispered baffled as she, fast as lightening, struggled out of my grip and straddled my lap, facing me.

"Shh...." She hushed over my lips, pressing a finger. "Keep your eyes on road. I don't want to face an accident." And her hand came down on my chest, while the tip of her tongue flicked on the nape of my neck.

"Are you crazy? Get off me!" I hissed, still maneuvering the driving with one hand as my other hand slid around her waist, instinctively pulling her close.

Her body's warmth was doing no good to me, her intoxicating scent was awakening the beast in me and her embossed chest right before my eyes was making me damn hard, flaming my body on desires.

"Why don't you like me?" She chewed on her lips, absently as she met my eyes and my eyes darted on her lips, her question barely registering in my brain.

Concentrate on driving Abhimanyu, you might have an accident.

"Why don't you just accept that you need me?" She slurred, holding my shoulders and falling her head back, giving the view of her full throat and the passage that led southwards.

It was torture. Full on torture she was subjecting me to.

"Get back on your seat. I'll answer every question." I whispered breathing heavily, her actions had done serious damages to my self-control and her closeness was creating havoc on my desires.

"No..." She shook her head and moved forward. "I want answers now. Tell me why don't you like me? Am I not beautiful?"

"You're very beautiful..." I murmured, gazing deep in her eyes, beguiling her to believe me.

Her features softened almost immediately and she cradled my face, "Then why don't you want me? Do you love someone else?"

Sighing hard, I shook my head. "I don't love anyone. Why do you think so?"

"Because you don't show me, you don't show me if you want me. Hell, you don't even kiss me." She shook her head, helplessly and I applied the break abruptly.

"Ow..." She winced, rubbing her back as the sudden jerk hit her to steering, and I cupped her face ignoring her wince. "You want me to kiss you?"

Just say that and I will happily do that.

She slapped my hand off, "Of course I do, which wife won't want her husband to kiss her? But you just don't do, you aren't even warm to me and here, I am..." She sighed. "....head over heels taking gallivant on you."

Her words were like honeydew sprinkling on me, my all insecurities flew off. Each notion where I'd thought she was not going to be with me jumped out of the window.

"I do take a liking to you." I cupped her face again, "Did this thought never cross your mind that I left you there on the road because I might be jealous. Too damn jealous of my friend because you were praising him! I thought you'll leave me for him, I couldn't accept...." I trailed off when I noticed that she was not even listening to me.

"I won't do that. Even if, he's the best guy in the world...hic.... I still won't do that." She mumbled slowly, fumbling with my shirts buttons, "I like you and other men don't matter for me. Not even that lovely Bharat."

I'll just ignore the fact that she called him lovely even in this state and she thinks of me as dick. I reminded myself, quickly and danced in glee.