“Don't you worry about missing us, you're coming along without Natasha. She will go to heaven.” Atul said, followed by a animalistic laughter from everyone for no fucking reason. He threw a mocking, flying kiss, “Ja mere sher (Go, my lion). Bring us our fuel.”
“I think you made a grammatical error there. I'm pretty sure 'God' won't bring me to heaven for his own sanity,” Natasha interrupted proudly.
“Atleast leave us alone in hell, woman. You have stolen Rithik's time enough.” Snorlax complained, followed by a couple of comments, backing up his dramatic statement. 
“Oh, come on, I haven't forgotten about you,” I replied curtly when one said I forgot about them. I scoffed. “You shits do a pretty good job of making unforgettable yourselves by violating my place.”
A woman ought to be uncomfortable in the company amongst a group of only men but Natasha was different. She adapted to the atmosphere as she talked, laughed and scolded them. Usually she would drink a small amount of alcohol but today she was going all out. I watched her intently as she downed the contents of the glass. She never really gotten drunk in front of me before, except the night when I fetched her from a club. Even then, she claimed she was just tipsy. It made me curious. 
There was a lot more activity in our group than an hour ago. Someone was singing, other was dancing, while another was grieving from his previous breakup. We were the most noise polluted brats in the club. Even the waiter had to shush us down a few times. Natasha was starting to appear drunk too, as she moved her head like a pendulum and told men to shut up. Her reluctance to drink before was beyond my understanding. She only appeared to be a normal drinker so far so what was the problem? Maybe she was just shy. 
When she continued dozing off on a table for a few minutes, I shifted my chair closer to her. 
“Hey...” I called, shaking her shoulders a little. When she didn't listen, I added. “You okay? Wanna head back?”
Blinking her tired eyes a few times, she raised her head from the table to me. She continued to stare at me critically as if she was solving a math problem. Her slightly reddish eyes crinkled as she gave off a sheepish smile. 
“Darrrlingg~”
Said who? 
What followed next wasn't something I expected. 
It took me a millisecond to realize that it was Natasha linking her arms with mine and another to confirm it was her head resting on my shoulder. Not just resting but rubbing her forehead against me while wearing a blissful smile on her face. 
“But you were so far away, baby~ I called you but you didn't listen,” She voiced out when she noticed the big question mark on my face. She traced circles on my forearm. “Though that doesn't matter since you're here now, hmm...”
And leaned on me once again. 
Am I dreaming?
“Lay your hands off my man, you bastard! Shoo, shoo!” She defended when Shailesh (Snorlax) tried to drag me away by the arm, a little while later.
Natasha Patil was cuddling. Someone who always brushed me off for being too touchy was sticking onto me like glue. It was official now. I was dreaming. 
“Tell me—” I began while draping my arm around her. She didn't resist, even a bit. The world was going to end anytime soon. “Do you like when I stay close to you?”
“Hmm.” She nodded.
“Do you like when I behave romantically with you?”
“Hmm.”