Aryan's pov

"You love her, dude. Isn't it obvious?" Kent said, but I tried to balance myself on the chair. I stared at the empty bottle of drinks that I had consumed.

"I warned you, Aryan. See now you're drunk," Kent said.

"I'm not drunk dude," I responded

"Come here, let me get you home," Kent said, and I burst into laughter

"What gives you the impression that I'm drunk?" I asked, trying to stand to my feet properly, but I staggered backward.

"You see, lower your pride and come let's go upstairs," Kent said pulling me to the car

"I'll call your driver to come pick up the car...