Arni's POV
"Strong or mild?" Nishil asks me.
"In between?" I ask him back.
"Okay!" Nishil says adding a shot of filter coffee decoction into the empty mug.
We are in Nishil's kitchen right now. He is making us some coffee as I cook some instant noodles. This is a lot better than restaurant dates where Nishil has to constantly go stiff whenever someone recognises him.
Not too long ago, Dhruv dropped us here. He brought drunk Riya with him who laughed at Kyra's face saying her face without make-up is worse than a dying pig. No one stopped Riya, that was what more funny. Dhruv later left with Riya because of course they needed privacy too. I have heard Vishal and Irfan left few minutes later I left. So our flats is now exclusively only for Dhruv and Riya's privacy.
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