To the side, beside Meera, her supposed-to-be boyfriend's face went white with frustration.
He had pursued her for so long, but only to see her snuggle into another man's embrace? How can he tolerate that?
For a whole year, the closest he had come to Meera was taking her hand.
And compared to that, this scene sliced him like a knife.
"No… this is the end of it. That rich man surely will not like her in the long term," he convinced himself.
"Yes, Meera only belongs to me!!" he assured to himself, holding on to his final ray of hope.
If his friends knew what was going on in his mind, they would probably laugh and say that he was mad but at least he was stubborn enough to keep on trying.
At the birthday celebration, everybody except Meera's boyfriend was enjoying themselves.
Ananya was not an exception either. She was so joyful today that, though she never took alcohol in normal times, she consumed glass after glass until she was half intoxicated by it today.
