Finally, his eyes landed on Kayish strong grip over my hand. He furrowed his brow and looked at Claire.

"Claire do you know Riya?" Now he stood beside her and engulfed her in his arms when she broken into tears. He must be felt that something fizzy here.


"I wish I haven't had a friend like her." Her voice held so much anger. Her face turned crimson red when she glanced at my side.

"Enough Claire." Kayish roared.

"I thought you were dead, that's how your parents said but you are perfectly fine, rejoining with your dumbass ex-husband, aren't you?" She threw the question looking directly at me.


"Do you have any idea how badly..."

"Shut your mouth, Claire." Kayish let go of my hand just to take one furious step towards her.


"You mother f**ker!" Draco shouted anger is evident in his voice. As he realizes everything he charged towards Kayish and in no time his fist landed on his jaw.

He knew how I went through my whole pregnancy, he and his two brothers were kept asking me to give his name just to treat him a lesson, but I haven't told them who is he.

Kayish fell on the floor by his back losing his balance not expecting the sudden blow from him. Not satisfied with his attack, Draco tried to kick his stomach but he caught his leg and twisted aside causing him to fell on the floor with his face.

They both clutched their shirt collar and rolled to each other to start the endless fight. They started to throw a punch at each other face.

"Draco, leave him. He is worthless for the fight." Claire drew him away from the furious Kayish who was wiping his mouth by his hand where the drop of blood is oozing.

"I don't care who you are, stay your butts away from my girl." He threatened. "Come on Riya." He grabbed my hand but his hand was shoved away by him.

"Don't ever touch her, she is mine." Kayish warned shooting him a hard glare.

"Who the f**k are you? She is my sister; I have full rights over her. Don't tell me what to do."

"Are you sure? You two are related to blood?" Kayish asked smirking widely which gradually pushed his opponent's patience even further.

"Draco, leave... please." I whispered when he was about to open his mouth to say incoherent words, afraid of what if he slips and reveals the truth to him?

"No, I won't leave you, not with him." He shook his head.

Unable to take this drama, Claire ran as how fast she could. "Go to her." I mouthed to him.

At first, he was hesitant but ran after her, not before giving him a warning of saying if he will try to harm me, he won't hesitate to cut his ball.

I looked around the surroundings to make sure if anyone is watching us and closed my eyes when I found that the whole area was empty. Thank God! No one is here to be the witness of all this drama.

My heartfelt heavy as it's like I had murdered someone and hiding from the cops. "You killed her feelings." My subconscious mind said sadly. I leaned on the tree for my support and closed my eyes, let's my tears fall down through my cheeks.

After the fine 30 minutes of standing there with a dumped heart, I started to walk inside the hall. "Don't follow me." I turned my heels and glared at him when I felt his presence on my back.

He turned his gaze not daring to look at my face ashamed of himself. Whom I am kidding. He was never ashamed of anything. For him, He is right all the time.

After that I didn't feel him following me, so straight away I walked out of the hall and crossed the road then walked into my right. I stopped when I reached the club.

My legs automatically carried me inside the club and I asked the bartender to give me high pitch alcohol.

Now I need therapy to let go of my stress, so I find alcohol is good medicine right this moment.

"Sorry mam, we are closed." He said in his casual tone and turned to clean his table.

"Then why the f**k you left the door open?" I snarled.

"Okay... Okay, relax." He raised his both hands as a surrender.

I'm not fond of alcohol in my whole 25 years of being. I may take a single sip when I accompanied my friends to the occasion. But drinking the whole glass is not my to-do list. I don't even know the taste of it. Whether it could be sweet? Or bitter?

He set the glass in front of me. Without wasting any second I gulped down the whole alcohol in one shot and closed my eyes shut until it went deep inside my throat.

Holy Crap. It tasted...bitter. I felt my whole surrounding spun around. I barely drank one glass but I already felt tipsy.

The burning sensation I felt in my throat is begging me to stop but I like the feeling as I'm floating in the air that's how I ended up finishing the whole ten glasses in minutes.

"Give me a bottle, I don't want a baby drink." I asked the bartender to give more. He eyed me up and down but when I gave him a sheepish smile and a flying kiss, he handed me a bottle which I assume was champagne.

"You are welcome." I hiccupped and tried to open the cap but it was stubborn like me.

"Listen, I have no problem with you and... I hope we are fineeee. So open your damn mouth." I said to the bottle twisting the cap trying to open.

"Ahh... It's not opening. Here, opened the bottle." I stretched my hand towards the bartender. Before he takes the bottle from me, someone snatched the bottle and grabbed my shoulder to steady myself when I lost my balance.

"Who the hell are you? Buy your own." He looked like a zombie to my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and again looked at him and now he has grown with three heads.