his voice was rough. “I didn’t know I was supposed to keep count of the number of drinks,” I retorted looking into his eyes as I pulled myself out of his arms. He gripped my arms with his fingers and pulled me closer and said, “You almost fell flat to the ground a few minutes ago, let’s go.” “Reyan, let me go,” I hissed as he dragged me past the patio out into the open grounds. I stepped onto the plush green grass and felt the skirt graze on top as I struggled to break away from Reyan’s grip. “Reyan, stop it,” I commanded and he stopped short and turned to look at me. His breathing was heavy as he stood looking at me in the dimly lit area. “You’re hurting me,” I snarled taking a step away from him. “Mr. Bhatia!!” I heard a male voice call out from the patio. “Here!!”
