In the dimly lit ambiance of the Mystic Casino club, Sanchit, Sam, and Aryan found themselves caught in the thrall of a high-stakes poker game. With each hand dealt and each card revealed, their luck seemed boundless as they raked in winnings after winnings, much to the amazement of the strangers seated across from them.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, their confidence soared to new heights, fueled by the heady combination of adrenaline and alcohol. With each victorious hand, they shared triumphant grins and playful banter, teasing each other mercilessly as they reveled in their newfound fortune.

"Looks like Lady Luck is on our side tonight, boys!" Sam declared, raising his glass in a toast. Aryan chuckled, clapping Sam on the back, "Who knew we were such poker prodigies?"

But as the hours slipped by and the drinks continued to flow, their laughter grew louder, their words slurring together in a symphony of drunken camaraderie. With each passing moment, the line between victory and defeat blurred, replaced by a sense of reckless abandon and unbridled joy.

Feeling emboldened by their success, they decided to book a private room, eager to extend their revelry into the early hours of the morning. As they settled into plush leather chairs, the manager appeared, bearing a tray of drinks, their glasses brimming with the fiery warmth of vodka.

With each sip, their inhibitions melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and brotherhood that transcended the bounds of friendship. They laughed, they teased, they reminisced, their voices rising and falling in a symphony of drunken revelry.

But as the night wore on and the vodka flowed freely, the lines between reality and drunken stupor blurred, leaving them stumbling and swaying with each step. And when a very drunk Sam insisted on going to the washroom, he grabbed a similarly intoxicated Aryan by the arm, dragging him along for the journey, "Come on, Ary, we'll conquer the bathroom together!" he exclaimed, his words slurring slightly.

Aryan chuckled, his own steps unsteady as he tried to keep pace with Sam. "I can't believe we're doing this, man. We're like a couple of drunk pirates on a quest for the holy toilet!" he joked, earning a raucous laugh from Sam.

Meanwhile, Sanchit remained seated in the private room, his laughter echoing off the walls as he poured himself another glass of vodka, his mind swimming in a sea of intoxication and euphoria. In that moment, amidst the haze of alcohol and laughter, they were just three friends lost in the dizzying whirlwind of the Las Vegas night.

As they reached the restroom, Sam fumbled with the door handle, struggling to open it. "Why is this so difficult? It's just a door, not a puzzle!" he grumbled, his drunken frustration evident.

Aryan leaned against the wall, his laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. "Maybe the door is testing our sobriety, Sammy! It's a conspiracy, I tell you!" he exclaimed, earning a bemused glance from a passing casino patron.

Finally managing to open the door, Sam and Aryan stumbled into the restroom, their laughter echoing off the tiled walls. "We made it, Ary! Victory is ours!" Sam declared, raising a triumphant fist in the air.

Aryan grinned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "To the victors go the spoils, Sam. Now, let's conquer this bathroom like the drunken warriors we are!" he exclaimed, before dissolving into another fit of laughter.

On the other hand, after visiting the fountain, Prisha, Yami, and Sidhisha entered the Mystic Casino club, the pulsating beat of the music washed over them, infusing the air with an electric energy. Unbeknownst to them, just a few metres away, Sam, Aryan, and Sanchit were lost in their own drunken revelry.

Excitedly, the trio made their way to the karaoke area, eager to unleash their inner pop stars. With a mischievous grin, Yami grabbed the microphone, "Guys! We are 'The fans' of our Taylor, we are the swifties, let's kick things off with mother Taylor Swift's songs!"

"Let's go!!!!!", Prisha and Sidhisha cheered, their voices blending seamlessly. Yami turned on the KTV and launched into a spirited rendition of "Shake It Off."  As the night progressed, the drinks flowed freely, and Prisha and Yami found themselves indulging in one too many cocktails, their inhibitions melting away with each sip.

Sidhisha, on the other hand, opted to stay sober, content to bask in the joy of the moment. But as the karaoke marathon continued, Sidhisha's throat began to feel parched, her voice growing hoarse from all the singing. Desperate for relief, she made her way to the bar area in search of water, her steps unsteady from the pulsating rhythm of the music.

Approaching the bartender, she politely requested a glass of water, only to be handed a clear liquid in a glass. "Here you go, miss," the bartender said with a smile, oblivious to Sidhisha's confusion.

Assuming it was water, Sidhisha took a sip, she realizes it's not water, "Hey, it's not water! But I love it," she speaks to herself and then turns towards the waiter, "Hey! what's this drink's name?", she asks him. "It's called Soft watery solace madam," he replies. Thinking of it to be a soft drink, she asks him for more.

As she continues to enjoy the vodka shots, her inhibitions slowly fade away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and euphoria. With each shot, she feels the warmth spreading through her body, igniting a sense of freedom and abandon she hadn't felt before.

Meanwhile, Sanchit stumbled out of the private cabin, his movements sluggish and his speech slurred from the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. Spotting Sidhisha at the bar, he made his way over with a slow, unsteady gait, a dazed grin spreading across his face.

"Heeeyy there," he drawled, his words coming out in a sluggish manner. "I'm Sanchit." Sidhisha turned to him with a hazy smile, her eyelids drooping slightly from the effects of the drinks. "Hiiiiiii," she replied, her words blending together lazily. "I'm Sidhiiishaa."

Sanchit's grin widened as he struggled to focus on her face. "Sidhiiishaa... niceeee," he mumbled, his thoughts drifting in and out of coherence. Sidhisha giggled softly, her movements slow and languid. "Yeeah, nice to meet you," she replied, her speech equally sluggish.

As their conversation meandered, punctuated by pauses and moments of drifting attention, Sanchit and Sidhisha talked a lot due to their alcohol-induced brain cells. Their words slurred together in a symphony of drunken banter, their laughter ringing out in slow, disjointed bursts.

"You know," Sanchit began, his words trailing off as he struggled to form a coherent thought. "There's somethin' 'bout you, Sidhiiishaa... somethin'..." Sidhisha blinked slowly, her thoughts foggy and muddled. "Somethin' what?", she prompted, her speech equally sluggish.

Sanchit's brow furrowed as he tried to articulate his thoughts, "Irresistible," he finally managed, his voice heavy with intoxication. Sidhisha's lips curved into a lazy smile as she leaned closer, "Ohhh, reallyyyy you thinkkkk so?" she murmured, her eyelids drooping with each passing moment.

Their intoxicated banter continued in fits and starts, their movements slow and uncoordinated as they struggled to maintain their focus. And in a moment of drunken impulse and blurred judgment, they made their impromptu decision.

"You know what... would be craaazzyyyyy?" Sanchit slurred, his words trailing off as he fought to keep his train of thought on track. Sidhisha blinked slowly, her gaze unfocused as she waited for him to continue. "What?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the din of the casino.

"If we... got married. Right now. Tonight," Sanchit declared, his words coming out in a disjointed rush. Sidhisha's eyes widened in a dazed mixture of surprise and excitement, "Wowwwww, Married?" she echoed, her mind struggling to process the gravity of the suggestion.

"Yeeah, why notttt? It'll be fuunnnnn," Sanchit replied, his voice fading into a lazy mumble as he gestured towards the exit with a slow, exaggerated sweep of his hand. With their inhibitions completely dissolved by alcohol and their minds swimming in a sea of intoxication, Sanchit and Sidhisha stumbled out of the casino and into the night, their steps unsteady and their thoughts clouded by the haze of their drunken brains.

As Sanchit and Sidhisha stumbled out of the casino, their minds foggy and their movements unsteady, they found themselves drawn to the dimly lit silhouette of a nearby church, its doors standing open like a beacon in the night. With a sense of drunken determination, they made their way towards the church, laughing and flirting on the streets as they leaned on each other for support.

As they entered the hallowed halls, a sense of surreal calm washed over them, the strains of distant hymns mingling with the rhythmic thud of their footsteps. Inside the church, the soft glow of candlelight, cast a warm, comforting embrace over the benches, their polished wood gleaming in the dim illumination.

Sanchit and Sidhisha exchanged a hazy glance, their thoughts clouded by alcohol and the heady rush of adrenaline. "Wow, this place is... so... peaceful," Sidhisha murmured, her words trailing off as she gazed around in wonder.

Sanchit nodded slowly, his gaze drifting towards the altar at the front of the church. "Yeah, it's... nice," he replied, his thoughts drifting in and out of focus. As they made their way towards the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, the soft rustle of robes echoing in the stillness of the church.

It was the priest, his face wreathed in a serene smile as he approached the intoxicated couple. "Welcome, my children," the priest greeted them, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet sanctuary, "What brings you to this sacred place at such a late hour?"

Sanchit and Sidhisha exchanged a bleary glance, their minds struggling to piece together the events that had led them to this moment. "We... we want to get married," Sanchit blurted out, his words slurred and his expression earnest.

The priest's smile widened at the unexpected request, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone gentle and indulgent. "Well, you've certainly come to the right place."

With a sense of surreal detachment, Sanchit and Sidhisha found themselves standing before the altar, their hands clasped together in a clumsy embrace. The priest led them through the traditional vows, their words stumbling and disjointed as they struggled to maintain their composure.

And as they exchanged rings, their laughter mingling with the solemn strains of the ceremony, they knew that their union was sealed in the eyes of both man and God.

Finally, as the priest produced the marriage certificate for them to sign, Sanchit and Sidhisha scribbled their names, their signatures a testament to the marriage, their intoxication had brought them to.

And as they stumbled out of the church, hand in hand, the world seemed to spin in dizzying circles around them, their hearts light and their minds swimming in a sea of euphoria.

So guys, that's it for the 2nd chapter.
I hope you liked it and if you did please vote and comment.

What has happened? Sidhisha and Sanchit are married? What have they done? What are going to be the consequences? How do you think they are going to react to it?
Stay tuned to find out!

Word Count: 1837 words

With love ❤
Signing off
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