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I was looking at her, my mi casa, as she just had a shot of tequila. That move was hot. Too hot for me to handle. She was dancing, and for the first time in years, I saw her truly enjoying herself. I watched her move with the beat, mesmerized. Tara soon joined her, and they danced together, their energy contagious. Before long, Ishaan joined them, and everyone followed suit.

I stood there, observing her from a distance, until she looked at me, locking eyes, and mouthed for me to come over. I walked towards her, but she moved towards the bar and grabbed two tequila shots. She handed one to me and took the other herself, downing it in one swift motion.

Soon enough, a romantic song started playing in the background, and the lights dimmed. She looked at me, her eyes locking with mine, and wrapped her hands around my neck. I held her waist and pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. She rested her head on my chest, and we swayed slowly to the music. It felt so good, so right to have her in my arms.

As the song progressed, I twirled her, and she gave me a breathtaking smile, dancing along with me. I pulled her into a back hug, my cheek grazing against hers. She looked at me, closed her eyes, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

Just as the song was about to end, she reached for another shot. I couldn't help but plead, "Mishti, bub, please don't drink that much, please."

"Ugh, hotty, shut up," she said, placing her finger on my lips. I fell silent, shocked by her move, as she downed the shot and looked at me—not at me, but at my lips.

I was about to say something when she suddenly kissed me. Her lips were on mine, soft and urgent. She nibbled at my lips, her hands tangling in my hair, taking control. I let her, savor every moment. She deepened the kiss, and we were both out of breath when she finally pulled away. She rested her forehead against mine and whispered, her voice slightly slurred, "I wanted to do this since morning."

She was drunk, I knew that, but her words and actions were making my heart race.

"Abir, you know, I always wanted to kiss you like this. You know, whenever you come to our house or whenever we have meetings, or you know, whenever you sit in front of me at the dining table. I always wanted to kiss you like this, and I did! I'm so proud of myself, yayyy!"
she said, clapping her hands and holding onto my bicep.

I looked at her adoringly, realizing that my Mishti had wanted to kiss me for a long time. Does this mean she liked me before? Of course, dumbstruck, of course, she liked you. Why else would she want to kiss me?

She held my hand and looked towards the bartender, saying, "Mr. Bartender, I kissed my boyfie! I'm so proud of myself, are you proud of me?"

The bartender glanced at me and nodded at her. I gently held her hands and said, "Mishti, baby, we don’t tell these things to people."

She batted her eyelashes at me and pouted innocently, "Why? I was just sharing."

"Baby, nazar lag jati hai na," I explained.

"Oh, haan, I don't want anyone's nazar on my Abir," saying this , she moved towards Tara, who had called her. My heart swelled as I thought, it feels like heaven, like home when she calls me hers. I'm hers. Only hers.

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I was standing by the bar, looking at everyone enjoying themselves. Then she caught my eye again. She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. "End of Beginning" by Djo Keats started playing. She came over to me and, without a word, dragged me towards the dance floor.

She looked straight into my eyes, and as the lyrics played, she spoke them softly to me, "And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it. Another version of me, I was in it."

As she said these words, the song stopped, and the lights gradually brightened. She leaned in closer and, in a soft voice, muttered, "You're my Chicago, Abir. Because there's a whole other version of me when I'm with you."

Her words hit me deeply. I felt an overwhelming sense of love and connection. Mishti, my Mishti, felt like she became another version of herself with me. It was a moment of pure, unspoken understanding between us.

As she said this, I couldn't help but kiss her forehead. She looked at me innocently, her eyes shining. "Okay, my sweetheart, let's get you some
thing to eat, hmm?" I said, holding her hand.

"I can eat you, you know. You're too hot," she replied, coming in front of me and grazing her finger along my face. I quickly held her hand and said, "Mishti bub, no. You're not in the right state. We'll eat, then we'll go home."

I guided her to one of the side tables and helped her sit down. Then I turned to everyone and announced, "Let's all grab something to eat quickly, and then we'll head home."

We all ate something quickly, and then we settled into our cars. I made sure Mishti was comfortable before getting into the driver's seat. Tonight had been eventful, to say the least, and I wanted to ensure she was okay before we headed back home.

I was driving back home while she was looking outside. I kept my focus on the road when suddenly I could feel her eyes on me. "You're staring, mi casa," I said.

"So what? You're all mine to stare at," she replied casually.

I chuckled and said, "Of course, I'm all yours, darling."

"Sachii?" she said, sitting cross-legged in her seat.

"Muchii, meri jaan," I said, holding her hand.

She leaned over, pecked me on the lips, and settled back into her seat. I was shocked—drunk Mishti was even hotter than usual. She looked at me again and started to rise from her seat. I instantly stopped the car this time. She settled herself on my lap and looked at me with those innocent brown eyes.

"Mishti bub, what's this? Come on, settle back in your seat," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She cupped my cheeks. "I want to be beside you in your arms and listen to your heartbeat."

"Mishti, then how will I drive?"

"I don't care. Just drive like this," she said, resting her puffed cheeks on my head.

I looked at her and smiled, then drove towards home with her on my lap. I glanced at a message from Ahaan that said they all had reached home. I replied with a thumbs up, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other around her, feeling her warmth as we made our way back.

Soon enough, we reached home. But now came the tricky part—how to get out of the car without waking her up. Mishti had fallen asleep on me, her legs on either side of the seat. She looked so small and cute, I didn’t have the heart to wake her.

With one hand, I carefully opened the car door. Then, using my other arm to support her, I managed to get out of the car and closed the door with my leg. Holding her securely in my arms, I walked inside the house. I carried her to her room and gently settled her onto her bed, making sure she was comfortable. I covered her with a blanket and set the AC to a medium range.

I sat beside her, taking a moment to look at her peaceful face. With her eyes closed, she looked so cute and serene, free from the usual stress that sometimes clouded her expression. It was a rare sight, and I found myself hoping she always felt this calm and happy.

There was something different about her today—so carefree, so alive. It was a stark contrast to her usual reserved self. I don't know what it is that seems to hurt or worry her, but soon, I'll find out. I want her to be like this always—happy and unburdened. The Mishti of today seemed to be carrying a lot of hidden pain, and I intend to uncover it. She deserves everything, every bit of happiness.

I rose from her bed and looked at her one last time before heading to my room. After changing into more comfortable clothes, I settled onto my bed. I opened my phone and saw texts from Abhimaan. He had sent photos of me and Mishti with the caption,

Abhimaan:
"Thank me later, bro."

I replied, "Ok, baad me thank krdunga."

I looked through those pictures. We looked perfect together, as if she was made for me and I for her. I instantly changed my ig profile to the second picture where her face is hidden .
Because I want world to know that abir rajvansh is tied to his lady,
At the same time , i can't just let everyone know it's mishti because it's her decision. That's Why I put the second picture but soon everyone will know .
Just looking at those photos, I felt an overwhelming sense of rightness, of belonging. She’s mine, and I’m hers, and that’s all that matters.

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