"Give me another one," Dhruv said, and the girl, who was wearing a white blouse with a low neckline and elbowed sleeves revealing her multiple tattoos. She was cleaning glasses just like every bartender you ever see, gave him a worried look.
At the bar Dhruv sat feeling dishearten, staring blankly into his mug of beer. It felt like an invisible knife had been stuck in his heart. No one could see it but he felt its presence. There was a dull ache in his heart every moment remembered her walking away. It wouldn't let him go so he had spent the evening wandering the dark, empty streets but then he decided to drown it with alcohol. He had six mugs of beer already, and he motioned to the bartender for another.
The alcoholic drink was numbing some of the hurt.
The bartender poured more beer o
