Arni's POV
I am just sitting. Hearing Irfan crack whatever lame jokes. Occasionally laugh here and there. But the laugh doesn't come from my heart and doesn't reach my eyes. They are having the time of their lives by having alcohol, laughing out loud, music subtly playing in the background. I am just sipping my milk shake little by little as I give them company.
I am just waiting for Nishil to come already. Dhruv glances at me and smiles, here and there.. as if he is assuring me that everything will be okay. And I smile back. Minimal courtesy. But inside, I am freaking out I don't know why.
"Hey Arni!!!" Irfan calls me out of blue.
I look at him. His eyes already droopy. I wonder how much he drank in this short span.
"I know you are waiting for someone" he smirks as he looks at m
