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Hey guys, I am back with another Rishbala OS/FF/SS I dunno. If I don't get enough appreciation, this is a OS and if I do, then maybe a SS! I am NOT sending out PMs. So if you read it, you read it, if not. Then not :D
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She watched all the people half drunk and half enjoying their visit at her Uncle's Grill and bar. It was a nice Saturday evening and everyone was enjoying life, or at least some were. She couldn't help but smile when she saw a guy walk behind his girlfriend, pleading her to not leave. Normally Madhubala wasn't one of those people that'd eavesdrop on other's conversations but this time she couldn't help control her curiousness. It just seemed funny and sweet at the same time just watching the guy run after his girlfriend she presumed.
"Baby, I am so sorry! Just wait and listen to me, at least once!" She heard his voice for the first time. Different to her ears then normal voices were. His voice was hoarse, and enchanting. His voice didn't seem like the ones that would sit well with pleading.
She watched as he grabbed onto the girl's arm and twirled her around to face him. He had a strong and manly grip. "Let go of me RK! I am in no mood to talk right now." His girlfriend says and turns and leaves while he stands there closing his eyes.
Awe, Madhubala thought, feeling really bad for the guy but then she noticed she was staring at him, and he had turned around to look at her too. He had hazel nut eyes, which were big and round while his jaw features were Greek god like. She moves her eyes away from his, in haste and looks down at the glass of vodka which was spilling on the counter. She looks up again to see where the guy had gone when she notices his eyes right near hers and his face just inches apart from hers. She fumbles with the glass and drops it on the ground, a little shocked at his swift movement.
"Oh I 'am really sorry." She says, picking up the glass and putting it back on the counter.
"Can I please have vodka on the rocks?" He says, not flinching a bit.
"You sure you are going to be able to handle that?" she asks but already starts to pour the vodka.
"Why? You think I can't handle that?" he asks, surprised.
"Oh no, I saw you and your girlfriend'she is your girlfriend right?" she asks him, trying to make sure.
He smiles a little bit looking at the counter before looking back up at Madhubala again. "Yeah, she is my girlfriend but I never knew the whole world knew about it. A moment's glory," He says trying to be funny.
It made Madhubala smile. He didn't seem like a bad guy. He was actually nice, really nice. "Oh no, I heard you and her arguing, so I thought something must have been wrong. And so, I am not really sure if you'd want Vodka on the rocks. It may turn out to be harmful." Madhuabala admits, trying not to lie about the eavesdropping part. She was right about the 'harmful' part. She had noticed a lot of heart broken lovers coming to this exact bars, getting drunk and then totally forgetting who they were, and at the end, patching up with any girl they met. And surely, she didn't want to see that happening with him.
"I'll be fine. Just give it to me." He says, a bit muffled now.
"Okay but make sure you are careful and do not drink and drive." She says, warning him.
He looked a bit ticked now, but admired her concern. "Would you please give it to me already? And thanks for your bit of advice but the bad part is I don't have change to give you." He says, angrily. It was just that he didn't have anyone being concerned about him that way and it muffled him, made him a bit unsecure.
Madhubala was hurt by his comment. Sure he was nice but he did have an attitude problem or maybe, she had become too friendly with him. "Sorry and here you go." She says, without expression. No, she didn't want to talk to him anymore.
He gulped down the whole drink and looked up at her, standing there, staring at him, but still cleaning the other beer glasses. "Sorry, it's just that I am not used to being taken care of this way." He says, shrugging his shoulders.
"It's okay. I spoke way too much anyways." She says, feeling a bit bad.
"By the way, the advice you gave me, do you give it to everyone or it is some special day or something today?" he asks, while shoving the glass towards her to give him another drink.
She looks at the glass and isn't sure what to do, and finally pours him another drink. He was her customer after all, but she wasn't sure if she'd want to charge him after his heartbreak. She always had a soft corner for people with problems and just seeing them there, depressed made her edgy.
"No, it was just common knowledge on the driving part and the drinking part, I give it to anyone who comes here with a tremendous heartbreak or depression." She says half truth and half lie. She only gave advice to people whom she knew genuinely needed it, and not to people who were just there to gain attention.
He stares at her, and feels stunned. He had thought he was the special one, gulping down another glass of vodka on the rocks, and thought she was actually concerned about him but then again, she was concerned about everyone.
She turns around to attend to another customer and could see him eyeing her from the corner of his eye, looking at her. She tries to ignore him but can't. Later, she hears a type of slithering snake sound, as if a signal to call her. She turns around to see him, half dead, whispering out to her. "Psst," he whispers. She goes back to him and he passes her a piece of paper with his home address on it. She looks up at him and down at the piece of paper.
"Can you do me a favour?" he asks, half passed out.
"Yes?" she asks
"Call the cab, and ask it to drop me off at this address."
"What about your car? You do have a car right?" she enquires.
He nods his head. "Yeah, I'll come and get it tomorrow." He says.
She was about to tell him that Bar and Grill didn't have an overnight parking, which to her felt really stupid since people were half drunk when they left when she saw him get up from his chair, wiggly and wobbly and walking toward the exist. She checks her watch and it was 12, and her shift was over. She grabs her handbag and moves out of the bar towards him when she sees him turn around.
"Come!" he says. She nods her head and is about to go with him when she sees him pass out on the floor.
"Ugh, I knew he had had too much." She says to herself before walking over to him and picking him up from the floor and gently placing his arm over her shoulder and walking beside him to the cab.
She could still smell his cologne. He was a big man, a big guy, with a childish behaviour. She searches his pockets for the keys to his car. She sets him down on the back of the car, with his belt on while she did the work of a chauffeur by driving him to his home. She knew where his house was; she drove by that street all the time. He had a Lexus, a metallic white Lexus, with a built in GPS and 2 screen TVs. He was rich, way too rich.
It took about 30 minutes to reach his house. His house was a big building with everything. It had an indoor pool, a big yard, 10 rooms, 5 bathrooms, hot tub and everything a dream house could have. The house was closed and 3 cars were standing there. All the lights were off and it didn't look like anyone had been to the house in ages. She quickly looks at his keychain and realizes that one of the keys was marked with an H. Thinking this key may access to the house, she tries it and the door opens. She walks back to the car and swiftly helps him out of the car. He seriously had no idea what was going on. She gently places his hands over her shoulders, and walks him to one of the 10 rooms, not knowing which one was his. She takes his shoes off and gently slides the comforter on top of him, and turns on the fan.
She decides to leave, when she notices the house was practically empty and no one was there to take care of him. She decides to do him a favour and leaves him a note and decides to do him a favour by putting coffee in the coffee maker and putting it on a timer so all he'd have to do is turn it on when he woke up the next morning.
She takes out two Aspirins from her handbag along with a glass of water and places it near his night table. She then calls herself a cab and goes home.
Once she was in the cab, she couldn't help but think about why she had decided to help him. Tomorrow was Sunday, which meant a day off for her. She wouldn't have to wake up early or have a tiring day. Tomorrow, she would just relax and let the time fly by.
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RK woke up at around 1pm the next day, totally tired and with a hangover. He turns over to see the time when he finds a note, hand written in clear black ink, without any spelling mistakes of any sort. He knew it wouldn't be Pia because she had just had a fight with him yesterday and because she didn't have patience or such beautiful handwriting. He then decides to read the note. It said:
Hi, Mr Drunk and Depressed,
You must be thinking who I am and what not. Firstly, you had 4 glasses of Vodka on the Rocks and were totally drunk to know what you were doing. So I brought your car home, the keys are on the table.
RK picks up the car keys and goes back to read the letter. He was more than grateful to that kind person for helping him in times of need. He knew the bartender had warned him that Vodka would be harmful for him and still, he had not listened to her. She had been nice, real nice.
And I left you two aspirin tablets on the table beside the glass of water. Make sure you take them as it will help your hangover to feel a bit better. And in case you are wondering for another method, remember to take a good warm shower and drink coffee. I have already put the coffee mix and water in the coffee maker, and set the timer, so you don't have to do much rather then just turn it on.
RK takes aspirin with water as the person had instructed and waited for the effects to seep in. He couldn't do more then to thank this certain person for making him feel much better about his hangover. This person had answers to everything and he hadn't even asked questions yet.
Oh and by the way, you don't need to pay for yesterday's drinks. I knew you were not feeling well and were depressed, so I wouldn't be a good person if I asked you for money. No need for that and hope you feel fresh and better today and I wish you all the best for the patch up with your girlfriend. You are a nice guy, Mr DnD.
-The one who gave you advice
Of not drinking Vodka
-M
RK gets up from his bed and clearly remembers that person who wrote him this letter and did all this stuff for him was none other than the bartender who had felt sorry for him yesterday. He remembered he had shielded her out, knowing that she was simply just helping him.
He gets up from the bed and does as she had written in the letter. He goes to take a nice warm shower and comes out feeling fresh. He then goes to turn on the coffee maker and waits patiently. He re-reads the letter once more and decides he had acted like a total jerk to her and decides to thank her for all her help.
