RYANWhat was her name again? Something that rhymes with Bandra. Yup, I got it, Sandra. When I had called her I was already halfway through my bottle of scotch, surpassing my quota for one day. And when she came after forty minutes, a feat she managed given the traffic in Mumbai, I had started on my second bottle.Currently I was pouring another glass of scotch, forty thousand worth, for her. The glass seemed to shake on the surface or may be it was my hand. Her fake laugh came from behind as she placed a hand on my shoulder, startling me. My phone rang at that very moment and thinking that once again Arjun was trying to talk me out of the drunken stupor that I was craving, I let it rang. But then, innocent green eyes flashed in my mind and the thought of Rose calling me had me quickly pulling out my phone from my pocket and in the process I dropped the fúcking bottle.“Shít!!” I muttered under my breath as I said to Bandra, “Would you take...” I swallowed, my tongue thick in my mouth
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