Chapter 40

Drunk

Riya’s POV

“Can you tell me what you’re up to?” My voice trembled as I asked.

He said to me, “Whatever you’re not doing straight, I’m taking you to my room.”

“No, Rachit, I don’t want to go,” I protested, seeking to escape his grasp.

He admonished me, saying, “Shut up. Arguing about everything isn’t a good thing.”

He carried me inside his room and wrapped me in his arms after opening the door to my room.

“Put me down, Rachit!” I shouted as I approached Rachit’s room.

He sat me down on his bed and covered me with the duvet he’d placed on top of it.

I glared fiercely at him and hid beneath a duvet, silent.

He sat down on the couch in the room’s corner. Attempting to open the bottle of rum on the table.

Although Rachit’s room was warmer than mine, I was still shivering.

“Riya, you’re still feeling cold?” He asked after hearing my gnashing of teeth.

As I moved the cover away from my face and turned to fa