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Chapter Twenty-Five 
If I could, I'd keep her locked forever in my arms. 
✧ D E V E N ✧
I woke up with my head heavy, my stomach hurting and my brain pounding. I don't think I have ever had such a bad hangover in my entire existence. 
I barely managed to sit on my place, holding my head with my hand and massaging my temples. Looking around and finding the room empty, the first word that got out of my mind was "Preet."
There was no response given from her side. 
It took me a while to register how she was avoiding me for something that fucker told her last night. After that,  I saw her with some guy making the best of her time and I drank a little too much in jealously. Later...
My forehead ceased into lines as I tried to remember what was next. Some blurs of last night did replay in my mind but I wasn't sure if that was real. 
I like you too. 
Was that a dream? Was that something my mind made up? Did my mind jinx the scenarios I've thought of about this when I was drunk? What was that?
Shit, man.
I hope I didn't fuck up. 
What if I had confessed to her about everything? Like everything. That would be such a nuisance. I don't want that to be happening at any cost. Not right now, not when I was drunk. 
I want to know her reaction to that. I'll save it forever in the camera roll of my mind. 
I wonder how she would feel when she found out about that. Happy? Nervous? Awkward? Shocked? Astonished? Weird?
What will be the first sentence that comes out of her mouth? It would be so unexpected for her. I'm trying not to make it a shocker for her by giving her small hints, but that woman, forgive me, god; I still love her, but she is so dumb in this case. 
And I'm more of an idiot, why did I have to tell her that the flirting is just for fun? Because now she can't seem to take anything seriously. She laughs it off on every single thing, man.  
Even now, if I go and tell her, Hey, I sort of liked you for years. Like? No, I am out of my fucking mind in love with you. I don't know how to stop and it's getting out of my control. Either give me a solution or love me back. 
No, that's so rude. Love me back? Why am I ordering her? Who am I to demand her? Cancel that sentence. My bad.  
Yeah, so to that, she'll go like, Oh my god, Deven, how many times should I tell you to stop flirting with me? I'll find a girl for you blah blah black sheep.  
Take me seriously for once, woman. 
On that note, where is she? How come I didn't hear her voice since I woke up? Or else she wouldn't stop throwing orders at me, like a wife.
Deven, should I make this? Can you tell Rano to shut up? If you don't come out of the washroom in ten minutes, I'll do this, I'll do that. What is your towel doing in the centre of this bed? 
Come on, buckle up, Reet, have some guts. At least, hurry me up and then make me dance on your little finger. I'll ace a performance of my dance then. 
I think I miss her a little so much that I've started mimicking her voice with exact sentences. You're down bad, Deven. Down bad. 
And I've also started talking to myself. Someone come and tag me as an official crazy person in love. I wouldn't mind. It would be an achievement for me.