Mahira Khan as Ridhima

Karan Singh Grover as Karan Singhania

Ileana D'cruz as Ishika Singhania

Varun Dhawan as Varun (Karan's best friend)

Mikaal Zulfiqaar as Ayaan (Karan's other best friend)
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"Are you drunk?" Karan asked holding onto the slipping vestiges of patience.

"No"

"Yes"

Sidhant or 'whatever the shiface's name is' and Ridhima answered at the same time. Later being the answer Shitface gave.

"Not her fault though.... Someone swiped the containers of the drinks." He further explained.

Karan looked Ridhima up and down , taking in her lack of clothing. Although it is nothing too scandalous, it is still something he has never seen her wear.

Shorts that make her legs look endless, and a top short enough, that it hiked up everytime she raised her hands, giving him a delicious view of her flat stomach underneath.

"I'll escort her to her room." Karan curtly dismissed the shitfaced, not bothering with niceties.

"No." Ridhima raised her chin in defiance.

"Ridhima...." Karan dragged her name in a silent warning, he needed her out of this party or there will be fights breaking out, subsequently he will loose majority of his male employees as they are ogling her like hungry dogs.

"You jerk! No." She wiggled her index finger in his face, and in her drunken stupor poked his nose with every wiggle.

"No. Not going with you. Mean. Donkey. Ponkey. Monke- oooo! You have abs! You have Six pack abs!-" Ridhima got distracted from hurling rather colourful insults his way, and started feeling him up, it was a sweet torture his body loved to endure, but it was getting embarrassing as she kept on with her drooling.

"-wow! Remove this shirt right- whoa" When Karan had enough of her rants which were turning him on , and boosting his ego at the same time, he took her over his shoulder and started moving towards his bedroom.

When he entered his room, he planted her down and locked the door.

" I think I'm going to hurl..." Karan was pulling her towards his bathroom before she could complete that sentence.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, opening the top two buttons of his shirt , relaxing a bit.

"Can you get me a chicken burger?.." Ridhima voiced her demand as she came out of the washroom.
He ignored her request and moved to stand right in front of her to give her a piece of his mind.
He noticed that she may not be sober yet but after vomiting some of the alcohol has been ejected out of her system, her vision was more focused, she was steadier on her feet, her speech was clearer, and she could string coherent sentences together. But drunk nonetheless, what's with her asking for weird stuff.

Now that they were in the privacy of his room Karan didn't hold back his fury as he roughly pulled her close to him by the shoulders, his grip tight, he noticed her flinch but was too mad to give a shit.

" what were you thinking coming in front of the guests in these clothes!" He hissed in her face.

"I ...I was thristy.....and what is wrong with my clothes? Yourloverwas wearing lesser clothes. "
Karan's blood ran cold in his viens at her last comment.

"What?" His voice was nothing but a weak breathless whisper, he was hoping that she didn't mean, what he thought she meant.

When she looked up at him, she had tears in her eyes.

"I saw you with her, in this room, together . you are a poophole,-" she sniffled wiping a thick trail of tears from her cheeks "-and you are a donkey, I hate donkeys, but I loved the one in Pooh ."
Karan was going to have a whiplash with how fast she was speaking and jumping from on topic of conversation to the other.

" And you jerk!! Where is my burger. Never mind I am sleepy. Goodnight"
And then she flopped on his bed, starfish style.

Karan groaned , and pushed her to one side of bed and laid down with her. Exhaustion taking over him, he too had had enough to drink and the regret was slowly creeping in as now a headache has surfaced.

When he couldn't get comfortable he stood up and removed the office shirt he was wearing. And fell back on the mattress, not too bothered about the woman lying beside him.

When he closed his eyes he remembered the moment in his room.

He has come to use the washroom and rose had followed behind, he saw her when he come out of the washroom. She was badmouthing Ridhima but he had refrained himself from defending his wife, because he is afraid that he might be fighting a losing battle against his heart.

There may not be love but the obvious jealously and protectiveness he has for her is driving him crazy, but her father gave him a life of miserable loneliness by taking his mother away from him. How can he get over that.

How can this woman be more than his family to him. His priority is supposed to be his family. His revenge.

And then she had kissed him, but it did not even come close to anything. He got more aroused by just being in a close vicinity of Ridhima , so he had kissed Rose again. To somehow establish that he can be with any woman and feel the same, but he was sourly mistaken, because he felt nothing.

And what a fool he had been. Ridhima has seen it all.
And somewhere along the lines of  thinking and rethinking about the incident karan drowned in a deep sleep.

Deep enough that he did not notice a very uncomfortable Ridhima tossing and turning, then getting up and removing her top and falling back asleep.

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Thank you for reading.

I have not re-read it , so please excuse the typos and mistakes. But it would be really helpful if you could point them out in the comments. Please.

Thanks once again for voting and encouraging me to update.