Hate me if you can

They both knew it to be her mother who kept this basket there.

-" I won't drink.. sorry.." Said Varun in order to play safe.

-"Hey, we must celebrate a little... right??" She said pouring some wine in a glass container and handing it over to him.

-" take this.." She said and poured another glass for herself.

'I just don't wanna lose the hold upon myself.' he thought as he took the glass deliberately.

Amyra didn't stop in one and emptied glasses one after another and in the next moment she was dead drunk but Varun took only a few sips and pretended most of the time to refill his already filled glass.

-" I.. I.. wanna have a walk..in the beach..." she said and tried to stand but ended falling in his lap.

-" You can barely stand. How could you...."

before he could complete his words Amyra wrapped her arms around his shoulder.

-" Carry me.." She said and buried her face in his chest.

Varun felt her breath tickling in his chest and a wild vigour awakened in his heart which he could hardly handle.

-" You are drunk... sleep now.. tomorrow we will walk on the beach." He said placing her in the bed and trying to hold back himself.

-"Ok... then.. just compensate me..with a kiss," she said with her eyes closed and somehow indicating her finger towards her lips, pouting.

he sat near her motionless and the thought of what she said made him crazy.

He looked at the girl lying beside him, his so-called newly married wife. Her perfectly sculptured face looked like a masterpiece of art done by a great artist, maybe she passed out, he thought as she showed no more motion.

He forwarded a little then kissed her forehead tenderly and covered her body with a thin blanket.