Drunk
"Riya's Point of View"
"Can you tell me what you're up to?"
My voice trembled as I inquired.
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, wrapped 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 inquired after hearing my gnashing of teeth.
As I moved the cover away from my face and turned to face Rachit, I mumbled, "Yes."