She sat down there on the stool, drinking, glass after glass. "Give me another shot," she said firmly to the bar tender. The bartender looked at her perplexed, "Ma'am, you just had about 7 of those' would you like a soft liquor, or water instead" he asked slightly worried. "NO! LISTEN TO ME' IF I WANT ANOTEHR SHOT, GIVE IT TO ME' AND STOP CARING ABOUT ME, HE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ME, AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU'" She frightened the bartender off, and he quickly gave her another shot.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" came a voice from the door. He quickly ran inside and grabbed the shot from her hand. "Ridhima, are you crazy, why are you drinking so much' I mean seriously you look drunk'" he said grabbing a hold of her, as she was slipping through her seat. "Don't touch me Mr. Malik'" she said shrugging off his hold. She picked up the drink again, but before she can sip it, he took it away. "No, I said no more drinks'" he said firmly pulling her up from her chair.
He grabbed her wrist, and tried to pull her out of the bar. "Armaan, LEAVE ME" She said stringently. "Stop touching me' if you can do what ever you want, so can I...". Armaan let go of her hand at that moment, "fine go ahead and do what you want" he said acting as if he doesn't care.