You Make Me Better ✔️

Chapter 15

Myra's POV

"Guys, guys, guys!" I squealed excitedly, surprising everyone.

"What?" Tara asked, irritated by me already. I know she doesn't love me when Kabir's around. This girl thinks I didn't notice how she's smiling like an idiot whenever Kabir speaks.

"Never have I ever?" I squealed again, holding the beer bottle up in my hand.

Tara was still eyeing me as if I'm talking some stupid things but once Kabir says, "I'm in." she sagged her shoulders mumbled the same thing.

I smiled widely and expectedly looked at Kartik who was sitting next to Tara.

"I'm always ready for some fun games," Kartik said, raising his beer bottle. I blushed as he winked looking at me.

After the beautiful accident in the library, I blush at every small teasing Kartik did. I just can't help it.

After everyone's 'yes' to the game, I smiled wide. It had been a long time since Tara and I played anything. As Kartik and Kabir were here too, why not make it a fun night?

"Great!" I said. "So who's starting?"

We all looked at each other hopefully. No one volunteers readily.

"Fine, I'll go first," I said more like shouting. They all heaved a sigh, waiting for me.

I scratched my thoughts and found the most obvious thing, according to Tara, I haven't done.

"Never have I ever had a one-night stand."

The first reaction I got from them was a continuous stare. The next one was the disbelief look.

"Yeah, right," Tara commented, taking a sip from her beer.

I glared at her, flaring my nostrils but she's Tara, she didn't even flinch. Kartik proudly took more than one sip as if he was born to answer this question.

Am I seriously the only one who hasn't had a one-night stand?

We all looked at Kabir then who was awkwardly glancing between everyone. Noticing our eyes on him, he exhaled. "I only slept with my girlfriends, so," he said, circling his finger on the top of the bottle.

I sighed heavily. After all, there's someone who doesn't believe in Tara's theories. Hearing Kabir, Tara's eyes widened as if she saw a ghost.

She looked at me for a second as if she'd committed a crime by taking the sip.

Kabir 1, Tara 0.

"Alright, never have I ever lied about my name," Kabir said changing the topic as he leaned back on the bean bag.

Both me and Tara glanced at each other at the same time. She rolled her eyes before closing them. My evil smile spread across my face as soon as I realized, Tara's definitely getting drunk today.

"There's one last sip in everyone's bottle guys," Kartik said, still enjoying the game I suggested. "One last question."

Everyone in the room drank almost the whole bottle which led to everyone being a little high and crazy.

"Kartik come on, we asked all the askable questions," Kabir retorted. "There's nothing left to ask."

Kartik and Kabir are just as much insane as Tara and I are. I was kind of surprised to see Kabir being funny and playful this whole time.

"One last question won't harm anyone, baby."

Tara and I both giggled. Kartik called Kabir as a baby so many times today after getting drunk but it still sounds so hilarious.

Kabir glared at him but kept quiet, at last agreeing with Kartik.

"Fine, fine," Tara jumped in the conversation. "It's my turn, let me ask."

She thought for a while for a question and then uninterestedly spoke, "Never have I ever hugged my crush."

Kabir and Tara took the last sip without any hesitation.

I tapped my chin with my finger to find the answer. But then I felt bad, like really bad.

I've never hugged Harry Styles.

My smile faded away. I glanced at Kartik. Hw was already staring at me as if I'll disappear if he shifts his eyes somewhere else. An innocent smile playing on his lips.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he slowly raised the bottle to his lips, and took his last sip, still keeping his stare on me.

As soon as my brain decoded his actions, my face was as red as a tomato. All the heat crawled up to my cheeks.

Everything around us was silent for a minute.

"I don't remember you ever hugging Jennifer Aniston." Kabir mocked.

I quickly stole my gaze away from Kartik's. Did he compelled me to look at him or what?

Suddenly, something flew in front of my eyes and landed in Kabir's hands.

My hand involuntarily went over my chest at something so sudden. Once I noticed it was Kartik's beer bottle which he threw, my same hand went for a facepalm.

I don't know why Kartik looked at me like that. Surely, he wasn't talking about me, was he?