"It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth."
 Shree's Perspective
 "One more!" I ordered slurring and the flamboyant lad across the table slid the white sparkling water to me.
 "Thank you Mr. Hottie!" I simpered and he gave me a vibrant smile. Chugging the empty glass down, I raised my hand, "One more!"
 "Ma'am..." He spoke out hesitantly, oh how sweet, I cupped my palms and put my chin on it. "Don't call me ma'am, call me Shree. Butu, on second thoughts."
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"Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present."
 Abhimanyu's Perspective
 "You know you should..." She paused, pulling a serious mask, "You should kiss me to prove that you want me."
 "I'll make sure you never touch alcohol hereafter." I shook my head, murmuring. "I can't do this now, baby. I promise to kiss you when you're sober."
 "Why?" She pulled me closer by gripping my collar. "Why don't you kiss me? Are my lips chapped?" She pouted those luscious lips that I could chew and jerked me back. "Or do I stink?"
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"You may hold my hand for a while but you hold my heart forever and this has been proved out since ages."
 Shree's Perspective
 I wore bangles that went well with my red and peach sari and glanced at my reflection one last time before getting up and sprinting downstairs.
 "Mom! Are you guys coming?"
 "No, take Siyu with you. Your dad and I will attend the function only." Mom said and I called Siya before driving to Rhea's home. It was her engagement today and aunt had relied on me for her make-up and dress. Since she was an only child, sometimes she was purely a mess for her parents.
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"It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble, I can't remember if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth."
 Shree's Perspective
 "One more!" I ordered slurring and the flamboyant lad across the table slid the white sparkling water to me.
 "Thank you Mr. Hottie!" I simpered and he gave me a vibrant smile. Chugging the empty glass down, I raised my hand, "One more!"
 "Ma'am..." He spoke out hesitantly, oh how sweet, I cupped my palms and put my chin on it. "Don't call me ma'am, call me Shree. Butu, on second thoughts."
 "Okay, so I guess you're tipsy. I believe you should stop now." He said, retreating the glass from me and I stopped him,

The Drunk Confessor