Chapter 40

"Thanks."

She said and pecked his lips which caused him to stop.

Slowly, breathing hard he lowered her to the ground and looked down. His heart could not bear it. He was feeling like he ran a marathon.

How could she peck someone like that without thinking what will happen to the person.

Sameera looked at him confused. He was now standing a metre away from her with his head down. And there was a lot of sweat on his face.

Slowly, stumbling her way to him she cradeled his face in her hands. Forcing him to look at her.

"What happened? You didn't like that? I too think that was simple. What's the fun in pecking? Jay is also an idiot. That day he pecked me so I th-"

"He kissed you?!"

He asked, removing her hands from his face.

"Noooooo. He pecked me on the lips. It was not a kiss."

He clenched his jaw.

"That guy is gonna die by my hands."

Saying this he turned around and started walking backwards towards the club.

But stopped when he heard her falling and crying out a loud ouch.

He turned around to find her sitting on the road laughing loudly.

She's a happy drunk.

He walked towards her and crouched down to her level. Spreading his arms for her to catch them.

She grinned and without wasting a minute, latched to him.

"Sweetheart?"

"Hmmm?"

"We are home. Can you please take out the keys from my back pocket?"

He asked her softly and felt her nodding. She stuck her hand inside his jeans pocket and took out the keys.

And then slapped his ass.

"Ya gotta nice ass, sexy."

"And stop saying things like that too."

He said and switched on the lights. Then walked her to some room.

Lowering her down on the bed and running his hand on her face, he spoke

"I'm calling Maya. Tell her that you are with me. If you do that properly I'll give you a big choclate."

He said laughing. She loved chocolates.

She sat up and asked excited

"Really? I want a big Dairy Milk Silk."

"Yeah I'll get you that. Now talk to her you little nuisance."

He said handing her the phone.

"Maaya?.......I'm with my old man. And he's gonna give me a big Dairy Milk. Do you al-"

She couldn't speak anymore as he snatched the phone away.

"Hello, Maaya?"

"Yes, who's this and why is Sameera with you?"

Maaya's voice asked from the other side.

"Yeah, I'm her friend. The one she calls old man. I think you know me."

"Yes she speaks about you. But why the hell are you with her. I swear to god if you try to do anything-"

She started threatening and he stopped her

"Don't worry. I'm a good friend of hers. As soon as she sobers up I'll send her to you."

He said and she was about to reply by something when Sameera came near him and clung to him.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?"

He asked and she replied with a loud

"I'll eat my choclate alone Maaya. And I love you. Don't forget that. Who knows you may die the next second."

She laughed and threw herself on the bed.

"Sweetheart?"

Maaya asked and Shrithik stutured.

"Uh-yeah. Maaya I think I should get her to sleep. Thankyou. Bye."

And he hung up.

You must be wondering not half an hour ago she was saying that Maaya was fake and all.

Well it's not like if there is one flaw then there aren't any good things about her. She has known Sameera for ten years and they have formed a bond. Sure it doesn't feel like they show in the movies but they are different individuals having different choices. Sure they are gonna be different. And if Sameera knew that she was being fake then that means she knows the real Maaya. And Shrithik knew this thing so he wasn't saying something.

Taking out her shoes from her legs and lowering her on the bed, he spoke

"Now go to sleep. Call me if you need anything."

She nodded and he started making his way out.

"Old Maaaaaannnnnnn!"

She shouted and he stopped metres away from the bed. Sighing he turned around

"What happened?"

She patted the space beside him and he straight up refused.

"No!"

She pouted and then with a determined expression stood up on the bed and started jumping and shouting

"Old man! Old man! Old Man! Ooooollllllddddd Maaaaaann! Ooold maaan! Old man! Old Man!"

He sighed and held her with a great difficulty as she was jumping on the bed and he was standing on the ground.

"Lay down. I'm coming. Okay? Let me use the toilet. Please."

This time he made puppy dog eyes. If she's being childish then he'll also be.

She grinned and nodded. Laying down she adjusted herself on a side of the bed. She was feeling really uncomfortable in the jeans and her crop top.

Shrithik came in different clothes and layed beside her. Without wasting a minute she kept her head on his hand, and her hand and leg on his chest.

He switched off the lights and covered them up. He was feeling really weird having her half over him.

Suddenly he felt her sobbing.

Quickly getting up he switched the lights on and took her red face in his hands.

"Why the hell are you crying?"

He asked looking into her teary eyes. Her face was red and lips were in a pout.

"I'm....I......I am not comfortable in these clothes. I want som..... something loose."

She said and once again sobbed.

"You should tell me, no? There's no need to cry."

He said and got up. Going to a cupboard on the other wall he opened it and took out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

Giving them to her, he spoke

"Wear these. I'll be waiting outside."

He said and with the speed of flash went out of the room. He knew that she'll ask him to change her. And he can never do that thing. Never.

After whole 15 minutes he went inside the room to find her old clothes lying on the ground and Sameera already sleeping.

He picked up her clothes and folded them neatly. When he went to cover her with the blanket, she held his wrist and sat up slowly.

"Am I at a disadvantage for not being more beautiful?"

She was not insecure, but she was. It was really weird. And that thing was clear to Shrithik.

He smiled and freed his wrist. Sitting beside her he patted her head.

"No sweetheart. You are at a greater advantage. Whenever anyone will love or like you they will actually like you. Not your face. And who told you that you are not beautiful?"

She smiled softly and looked at him through her sleepy eyes.

"Look at these almond shaped eyes like a dark night sky, these pink plum heart lips. This beautiful nose. And this mole beside your lips. Who has more beautiful features than you? Looking beautiful at first sight is nothing sweetheart. Always looking beautiful is something. And neither of your friends have that. Not a heart that can be compared to yours, neither a face."

He said and lowered her down.

"Now sleep."

He said and she nodded, pulling him with her. He got starteled but switching off the lights he also layed down beside her.

She kept half of her body on his and they both went to sleep.

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She woke up when she felt something choking her up. Out of breath she opened her eyes and sat up. Her surroundings were not familiar and her head was throbbing. Suddenly she felt stuff coming up from her stomach. Covering her mouth she ran towards a door which she asssumed was bathroom.

And thankfully, it was the bathroom. And just in time, she vomited. Coughing she emptied her stomach.

After about ten minutes she was done and was very tired. Washing her mouth and face she once again made her way to the bed. Without thinking much she took the advil that was kept on the bedside table and slept.

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She again woke up after eight hours. This time in a better condition. First thing she saw was that she was in a utterly different room than hers.

"Uuhh.....where am I?"

She muttered holding her head. She remembered going to the club but nothing after that. Removing the covers she opened the door of the room and went outside.

Whoever's house it was, it was huge. Well, not as big as Singhal's mansion but it was still huge.

She then saw a staircase and went to the ground floor. There was a huge hall which had the staircase, a big study on the right, a big kitchen with dinning on the left and the front door, she assumed in the front.

One by one she checked every room to find someone but there was no one. So she shouted, panicked

"Hello! Is anybody there?! Hello?! Why am I here? Is anybody there?"

Then a male voice replied

"Yes, in the backyard."

She couldn't recognise that it was Shrithik's voice.

Panicked she started searching for the back door.

She was so scared. She remembered getting drunk but not after that. She was really not up to find an unknown guy and get a comment from him on how she was in the bed. She was not even knowing whether it was morning or evening. She was on the verge of tears when she saw the backdoor and opened it.

Bright sunlight blinded her and she sheiled her eyes. Slowly opening them she saw him. She saw Shrithik. Fixing a bike.

On the voice of door opening, Shrithik looked up to find her looking at him like her life depended on him. She was looking so panicked and.......hot. In his t-shirt. He stood up and smiled at her.

Sameera tried to smile back but couldn't. She could swear that if she would have found out that she spent the night with some random guy she would have chopped him and drink poisen herself.

She couldn't control her tears. As soon as one of them slipped out of her eye, Shrithik's face paled.

What the hell was she crying for? Was she still drunk?

"Why are you crying?"

He asked but instead of replying she ran towards him and hugged him. Sobbing.

"I was so scared. I hate you. I really hate you. I'll not talk to you. You could've kept a note beside the bed that said

'sweetheart, don't worry I brought you with me and we have done nothing.'

Couldn't you do that?"

She asked crying and tightening her arms around him. She knew that he would not do anything without her permission and definitely not in her drunk state. She was so relieved when she saw that it was him.

Values and morals were a big thing for her. Anything against them was something she couldn't bear.

It would have been okay if she would have slept with someone in a totally sober state. But not drunk.

"Aren't you crying a little too much?"

He asked and she hit his chest.

"I'm still drunk."

She said and he laughed.

"Well, I like the drunk you."

"Oh shit! What did I do yesterday?"

"Well................."