Dhruv's POV

"I am hungry." She said and grabbed a snack plate. I knew the second she bit into that chili canapé I was in trouble.

She froze mid-chew, eyes widening like someone had set her mouth on fire from the inside. She fanned herself dramatically as if her tiny hand movement could relieve her. She glared at me like I personally grew the chili myself.

Before I could reach for water, she grabbed the nearest crystal glass off a waiter's tray and drank it in one gulp. She stood there still like

For a full second she stood still. Then she blinked at me.

"That... wasn't water, was it?" She asked in a betrayed tone. I almost laughed. Almost.

"That was vodka, I guess."

She stared.

Then—
"WHY would someone put alcohol in this glass?!"

"Because rich people can be silly sometimes," I muttered.

She panicked, her mouth still burning, so she placed the empty glass in my hand and grabbed another glass without thinking. She repeated her action.

I smelled the empty glass, and indeed it was vodka. She gulped it.

Neat.

Half a glass.

Down the hatch.

All I could do was sigh.

She blinked again. Slower. Softer.

Then hiccupped.

...wonderful.

The heat hit her bloodstream like rocket fuel.

She placed both palms on my chest and looked up at me like I was the cure to global warming.

"You are very, very handsome; you look exactly like my husband," she said with intense sincerity, cupping my face with both her hands. She moved my face left and right as if examining me.

I closed my eyes for a second.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

"You're drunk," I said.

"I'm not," she replied confidently.

"Where is my husband? Mr. Look-alike." She said, looking around. She is standing in front of me and asking me where I am.

"I will search for my husband later. I am hungry right now."

She spotted another tray of food and grabbed a plate.

Spicy food.

Again.

I swear I felt my soul leave my body.

"Oh look!" she gasped. "More snacks!"

"No—" I tried to stop her.

Too late.

She popped it in her mouth.

Her eyes widened.

Again.

Here we go.

"FIRE!" she squeaked.

And before I could stop her this time, she launched herself toward another tray of crystal glasses.

I caught her around the waist, barely pulling her back, but she again drank the vodka.

"MY TONGUE IS DYING," she protested dramatically, trying to grab another.

"It's not dying," I said through clenched teeth. "You're just impatient."

"MY SOUL IS BURNING."

"The drunk version of you is a bit more scary."

"Where is my husband? Tell him his baby is suffering." She said with a pout and teary eyes. I gave her a glass of water, and she chugged it down.

"Let's go home." I said and dragged her.

"Just because you look like my husband, do you think you are my husband? How dare you touch me?" She said it angrily, but she looked so adorable right now.

I almost laughed—again.

Almost.

How should I explain to my drunk wife that I am indeed her husband?

Forget it.

I just dragged her out of the venue and made her sit in the car.

"You are kidnapping me. My husband will kill you. If you want money, I have a lot of money. I can give you all. Just let me go." She said and started crying. God help me.

What is going on here?

"Be quiet." I said in frustration. She stopped crying but was still sobbing. I quickly sat in the driver's seat, and before I could start the car, a punch landed on my stomach. What the hell?

"Just because you look a bit like my Dhruv. You think you can yell at me." She said in a low, dangerous voice.

"I am your Dhruv."

"You are not. You are ugly." She left me speechless.

She blinked up at me.

"My Dhruv is handsome even when he frowns, unlike you."

And then she giggled.

Actually giggled.

I need strength to handle this chaotic, drunk version of my lovely wife because this night is officially out of control.

We reached home, and I tried to make Aakriti enter. But she resisted as if I were a demon. I have never felt so wronged in my entire life.

"There are two Karan and Kabir." She exclaimed.

"Karan" She pointed at Kabir and yelled. Then she pointed in the air and yelled Kabir's name.

"Who are you? Karan's or Kabir's look-alike?" She said and pointed at Karan.

"What happened to Bhabhi?"

"She is drunk."

"She is so going to regret it." Kabir said, pulling out his phone to shoot.

"Everyone has a look-alike. Where is mine?" She said with a sad tone and did a pout.

"Dhruv. Why I don't have......." She said to me. Finally you realized that I am your husband and not his look-alike.

"Aaaaaaa." She screamed, running towards me. She passed through me and hugged the mirror showpiece.

"She looks like me." She said with excitement.

"Are you my twin sister?" She asked hopefully.

"How could you do this to me?" She retorted in anger.

"Where were you? You didn't even attend my wedding. You are bad. I will not talk to you. Go get lost." She was basically asking her reflection why it didn't attend our wedding. Kabir was still recording her, and my wife is so going to regret this tomorrow. I just went towards her and carried her in princess style.

"Dhruv, your baby suffered so much today." She said, circling her arms around my neck. I took her towards our room.

I placed her gently on the bed, and she started giggling.

"Dhruv. I am floating in the air. Get here. It's fun." She looked up at me with sparkling eyes. Hoping that I don't miss out on the fun. I bend down and kiss her. A wild passion-filled kiss. Her state couldn't withstand the passion, and she fell on the bed. I trapped her on the bed.

"You realize how pretty you look right now, baby." She looked at me with dizzy eyes. Looking so tempting.

I kissed her softly. The kiss slowly turned passionate, and I devoured her. She was shivering in pleasure. She struggled to breathe and tried to push me away with a little force. I stopped kissing her but didn't want to leave her. I sucked her lower lip. She is like a drug that I am not guilty of desiring.

"Dhruvv..." She moaned my name, making me go blank. What is this tone, baby? Are you trying to get me killed?

"Yes, baby."

"You are trying to eat me."

"No, baby. I am kissing you like I always do."

"You eat me like this every day, so why am I still fat?" She said, pouting.

"You are fat. Where, baby?" If you are fat, then what am I, a giant?

She got up and sat on the bed. She looked at me with a pout and then pinched her belly with both her hands.

"Here, look." She showed me. Are you serious, baby? That's not fat; that's your skin.

"I love you." The words left my mouth involuntarily. She looked so pleased.

"Really?"

"I love you too, my Dhruv." She said, giggling, and dropped on the bed. Did she really say that? Did she say that she loves me? I looked at her and saw her sleeping peacefully. Baby, how can you sleep so peacefully after leaving a storm within me?

"But that's what my baby is best at, leaving me speechless." I murmured.

I removed her heels and properly tucked her in the bed. I kissed her forehead.

"I will make you say those words to me again very soon." I promised myself.

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