[ K A B I R ' S P O V ]"You!" I hissed at Kriti while walking into the club. "Have you seen her dress?"She grinned. "Doesn't she look hot?"That would be the understatement of the world. I was expecting Alina I was used to seeing, dressed in jeans and top or a simple dress that reached till her knees, but the Alina I was met with had been too different. Too irresistible. Too hot. Too captivating.And damn those heels of her. Who bought her such clothes?What would she think of me I tell her I was barely controlling myself to not touch her, to not kiss her, to not run my fingers over that soft skin of hers? Who give such surprises to their boyfriend?If the front wasn't enough, her back was held by the closely tied strings.My brain warned me to get her dress changed, but then I saw the expression on her face. She was trying to accept something. Maybe she did need a chance to realize she wasn't overcrowded by her past.And she looked happy.I caught her hand, slipping my fingers be
Alina.Shit. I ran inside the club and sighed in relief. She was leaning on the wall with Kriti and Shikha. Inching closer, I stood next to her. Her eyes pulled to mine and she frowned."Where were you?""Restroom," I answered quietly. "I'm sorry about drinks. Wait, let me get it.""No need. Shika got me one." I frowned, noticing the glass in her hands. "It tastes bitter, but I was thirsty, so I drank three." I snatched the glass from her hands and took a sip, and coughed."Didn't you tell her you don't drink alcohol?""I did. Why?""That is vodka, Alina." I skidded my gaze to Shikha, who winked at me."It was her first time here. She should enjoy more. I helped her.""No, you didn't," I hissed, placed the glass on the table. "It's not she hasn't tried it. She hates it."The awareness came to her face, and she tried to apologize but I waved her off. Swirling, I caught Alina's arm, who was staring at the glass perched on the table.Deb and Sagar joined me, whilst I stared at her panicke
My eyes burn at the bottle of the beer placed on the table. I couldn't drink anymore. I couldn't force something she wasn't comfortable with. She trusted me. And what of my love if I couldn't do anything to protect her?She never asked me to leave the drinks. She knew I liked it and handled herself. Since when was she doing this? Torturing herself to be with me and handle the broken pieces of what happened. That's why she wasn't fond of clubs. Drinks, too many drunk people, but she came. For me.How could I end us when she always thought about me? Maybe she never talks about love, but her actions spoke more than enough. And that's what mattered.I ran my hand through her hair, too torn apart to tell her anything.She broke her grip, leaned her head back."I'm sorry. I always cry whenever I'm drunk.""Don't be stupid." I cleaned her tears with my thumb. "I'm your shoulder to cry on."She chuckled lightly, but her eyes spoke the reality."Last time you too cried.""Looks like I'm too cry
Shedding the thoughts, I picked the duffel bag and went inside the bathroom. My dress was neatly folded, and placed on the vanity. He must have done this. Placing the bag on the beside it, I bend down and got the new toothbrush from inside the vanity.Brushing my teeth, endeavoring to remove the smell of alcohol, I checked his bathroom. I had never come into this one, always preferred the one in the living room. Shedding my clothes off, I entered the shower and checked the things placed on my right.When I was done with the shower, I wore my clothes, toweled dry my hair and stepped out of the bathroom. My head felt much better, I felt much better.Wearing his slippers again, I walked out of the room and nervously stepped into the living room. His friends were still there, too occupied within their books. Huh, exams were approaching in two weeks. Shit! I had to go back to the hostel and prepare for the first semester.Sitting next to Kabir, he paused to look up from his book and grinned
Yawning, I stretched my arms above my head and shut the book closed. Moving from the bed, I wore my slippers and slipped out of the room to find Kriti already in the kitchen, preparing something."Morning," I whispered. She nodded, pouring the dalia into her bowl and placed the cooker back on the stove. "You're early.""I am?" She yawned, took a bite of her bowl. "God, it's getting cold here." I nodded, clutching my stall tightly around my shoulders. End of January and the cold wasn't keen on leaving us.It had been two months since I moved in with her, two months since I had my own room and no tension of a stupid girl sneaking in boys while I was sleeping. Kabir had been shocked when I told him I was leaving the hostel. He tried to ask the reason, but I brushed his attempts off. All he knew was that I wanted to stay with Kriti, and that's all.Dad was more than happy to compile when I conveyed Fiza was afraid of my screams. Another half-truth. But mom, huh, she had threatened she woul
Parking the activa in the basement, I shook his hands off my waist and climbed off. From my helmet, I glared at him but he didn't pay attention and bit his lower lip."You! Huh!" I stomp my foot on the floor."What?" He grinned, running his hand through his hair. Haircut. He needed a haircut. "What have I done?"Too much.Unbuckling the helmet, I barked, "Get off.""Are you hot and bothered?" His bluntness made me further warm. "I'm known to make girls feel hot.""You and your damn ego." I put the helmet back in its place and without paying any heed to his questions, I walked to the lift and pressed the button. When the lift arrived, I entered, finding it empty and Kabir grinned as if something dirty ran through his head.Ignoring him, I paid attention to my phone."Tell me." I hadn't noticed him standing close to me. "How you charm me off?" I gripped my phone tighter in my hands. "How you resist yourself not to touch me because that's all I think about when I see you."Gasping, I met
[ A L I N A ' S P O V ]"I won't be able to come early tonight," Kabir moved around the living room, searching for his books. Rolling my eyes, I crunched beside the LED panel and snatched the books from one of the drawers and passed it to him. He passed me a thankful smile and stuffed it into his bag. "And yes about today. I won't be able to come early.""Why?" I strapped my hair in a high pony."Going to spend time with my friends. You don't mind, right?" He looked up from his bag.Yes, I minded it. I would be worried to hell about where were you and with whom you were. What if you were lying like dad? What if you were going to meet some girl?Shut up, Alina!Trust him!"Na, it's okay." I waved my hand in the air as if it would remove the bugging happening inside me. He could go out with his friends. If we lived together, it didn't mean we had to spend every single minute with each other. Some separation from each other would do us good."Sure?" He wore his specs. "After what hap
[ A L I N A ' S P O V ]You both are the same level of fucked up.I swirled my spoon, mixing the sugar or trying to remove the impact of Dhruv's words. No matter how hard I tried, his words didn't leave me. They bit me back again and again. How did I tell Kabir about this? Should I even tell him about them? He would get hurt.Dhruv was his best friend.I couldn't hurt him that way."What you thinking, bookworm?" Kabir snapped his fingers in front of me, and I jumped slightly in my chair. As I saw him, I remembered the time I spent in his apartment the other day. How we kissed too hard, how his hands wander to my back and how much I loved it."Nothing." I passed him a small smile, curbing Dhruv's word within my heart. "So are you okay now? No more fuzzy mind?"I stopped the smile arising on my face. Unlike last time, he rolled his eyes."You caught me off guard." His eyes diverted to my noodles. I pushed it to his side. Chinese and he couldn't be left apart. He passed me a grateful