|: A "What The Fuck!" Day :|

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Disclaimer: This one-shot contains a couple of swear words at a lot of places. Please read at your own risk.

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Her groggy eyes unable to adjust to the morning sunlight, Tarika clutched her throbbing head, struggling to sit upright in her bed. "What the-," she muttered as pain shot through her entire body. Eyebrows creasing her forehead, she shook her head vigorously to ease the pain, her disheveled curls brushing her shoulders.

Usually a morning person, this was an utterly rare occurrence when she hated leaving her bed. The next thing she noticed was she was still in her party dress which she had worn to the team party the night before, followed by yet another "The fuck!". Gravely and evidently confused and annoyed, she tried recalling the events of the past night. She couldn't remember a thing!

"Shit! I shouldn't have had that vodka, man!," she told herself.

Subconsciously, her hand reached for her phone. Eyes widening in horror, she gasped as she saw the time. Ten-thirty, already! "Fuck!," she declared for the third time that morning. She then heaved a sigh as she realized it was a Sunday and she was off work.

"I have to call Tasha right now! I don't know why I always listen to her!," Tarika gritted her teeth, finally dragging herself out of bed. She dialed her best friend's number as she entered the washroom. "Bitch! Why did you let me drink so much last night?!," she yelled over the phone before continuing, almost close to tears. "I… I feel terrible!"

"Arre chill! I knew you'd call me yourself. Look, relax! We'll talk about this. In detail." replied Tasha, surprisingly calm on the other end. "The hell?! You said you'll drop me home after the party, and that's why I decided to drink! And now you're asking me to calm down?!," Tarika muttered viciously, and her best friend rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"O hello! I was going to drop you, alright! But Abhijeet sir said he will drop you home because you were too drunk," Tasha huffed in an accusing tone, emphasizing certain pronouns as she continued. "And you said it should be fine! So I didn't bother."

Tarika squinted in confusion. "Wh… what? Ab… Abhijeet dropped me home? Fuck, Why don't I remember anything?!," she cried, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. "Tarika, who told you to drink vodka?! You know you cannot handle anything more than one glass of wine!," Tasha started again, apparently enjoying scolding her best friend as she always did. "I thought there's no harm in it," Tarika pouted like a child. Tasha, who by then was taking full advantage of giving Tarika a piece of her mind, complained into the phone, "If I knew beforehand that I won't have to drop you, I'd also have drunk, na! All because of you!," she grumbled in irritation.

"Ohh shut up! I really, really need some coffee right now. I'm going to call you later," Tarika spoke. She desperately needed to figure some things on her own. "I'm coming to your place in the afternoon, we'll talk then," informed Tasha, before adding in a rather bemused tone. "By the way, Abhijeet sir was really concerned about you last night. The way you were so drunk…," she trailed off, giggling furiously.

"I'm going to kill you, Tasha," Tarika grumbled, clenching her fist tight till her nails clawed her palm. "Yea, do that when we meet in the afternoon," Tasha scoffed as she disconnected the line amidst peals of laughter.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck! This can't be happening! Ohh God, I hope I didn't do anything stupid in front of Abhijeet. Shit!," Tarika muttered under her breath, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Even though they both had started dating ten months back, she was still conscious enough to keep herself in check in his presence. "God, whatever shit I have done last night, please don't let it be regretful!," she literally pleaded, raising her entwined hands up.

Making herself a cup of extra strong coffee, she was about to settle on the couch when the doorbell rang. "Fuck, man!," she expressed in a heavily annoyed tone. Of all the things, meeting someone was obviously not on her mind at that moment. Her displeasure, however, was short-lived as she saw the person standing in front of her. The next instant, the frown on her face was replaced by first shock, and then discomfort.

When he stepped inside the house, Abhijeet had a similar expression of discomfort accompanied by what looked like weariness. It seemed as if he had hardly slept the entire night. Post a horribly awkward silence and avoiding of eye-contact for a few minutes, when their eyes finally met, Abhijeet gave a rather meek smile to Tarika.

Taking a deep breath, Tarika finally spoke, "Abhijeet, I… I'm so, so sorry! All this is so freaking embarrassing! I really shouldn't have drunk last night," she blabbered everything in one go, turning away from him, silently wishing for the floor to gobble her up. "Yeah, I know. Alcohol makes people do things," Abhijeet proclaimed, pausing for a few seconds, "sometimes bad, sometimes good!," he grinned at her, noticing how beautiful she looked when averting her eyes in embarrassment.

"Abhijeet, did I… did I… umm… you know… do anything stupid last night?," Tarika asked, fiddling with her fingers in apprehension.

For a long time, Abhijeet stared at her, seeing how she looked even more attractive when she was nervous. Then suddenly, he walked toward her, coming dangerously close, causing Tarika to take few steps back, her eyes broadening to twice their normal size in horror. Usually being the introverted one in their relationship, Abhijeet rarely made any physical advances.

When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, "Do you know you kissed me last night?," he said, looking deep in her eyes. Tarika, on the other end, was taken aback, thoroughly scandalized by the sudden revelation. "Wh… what?," was all she could manage to say.

She abruptly turned her back to him, screwing her eyes shut and murmured a series of incomprehensible words to herself. "Shit! What the fuck have I done?"

This time, Abhijeet was quick to overcome the increasing perturbation. Before Tarika could run away he caught her hand and made her face him. She was still looking everywhere else but him. "Sorry! I'm really sorry," she mumbled, biting her lips and looked down at her feet, slightly trembling as his hands reached her shoulders.

Abhijeet patiently waited till she could gather herself to look at him. The pause seeming like an eternity, Tarika closed her eyes to register everything going around her. Through the hesitation, she had a certain nagging feeling hovering at the back of her mind- a feeling of having craved for something since long and that same thing suddenly having fallen straight in to her lap, unbeknownst to her. She shivered as his grip on her shoulders strengthened.

It was an alien feeling, though definitely not undesired.

When she finally looked at him, he had something in his eyes- something Tarika had never seen before. Through the entire period of their courtship, she had always known Abhijeet to be the reticent one, mostly shying away from voicing the deepest of his feelings. He was, as everyone had known him, a man of few words. His eyes, however, spoke volumes. Especially at times when he felt a particularly strong emotion, when his eyes were enough to express everything.

And those eyes! The same eyes she found the most irresistible of all. Tarika wondered she probably didn't blame herself or her subconscious mind to have done that one thing last night which she had always desired to do. Ohh, how she wished she remembered the precious moment!

As their relationship progressed, Tarika felt herself being drawn to him every time he was with her- mentally, emotionally… and physically. She felt a strange kind of calm, a certain indefinable kind of bliss whenever he held her hands, whenever his hands caressed her cheeks and whenever he embraced her tight. Somewhere in the midst of all this, she pondered if she is really at fault for being physically attracted to him but never having the guts to admit it.

They kept staring deep into each other's eyes before finally Abhijeet spoke, in the softest tone possible, "But I never said I didn't like it," he gave a light smirk, his hand reaching her cheek. That smirk, too! Tarika's eyes widened in shock, her face turning crimson at the same time. "If you felt like kissing me, you could have just told, you know!," he leaned forward a bit, as if attempting to read her mind. Tarika bit her lips for the second time, and to Abhijeet, it was one of those many seducing things in her, which he had always silently loved and which she obviously didn't know.

She took a deep breath. "You know what? I don't want you to be the only one to remember the experience of a first kiss!," saying this, she gave a mischievous smirk and pulling him closer by the collar of his coat, sealed his lips with her own. She put everything she had at the moment into that one kiss, her hand still clutching his coat tightly as the other went for his hair, ruffling it. The feel of the soft, silky hair in her hands caused her to deepen the kiss even more, and Abhijeet gave a muffled moan as his hands tightened around her waist.

After several minutes, when they momentarily parted due to lack of breath, they smiled at each other taking large gasps and continued where they had left off. When they were eventually done, finding themselves utterly and completely satiated and their faces the colour of a ripe tomato, Tarika whispered, struggling to catch her breath, "Fuck! You are simply amazing, Mr. senior inspector!," she smirked and Abhijeet raised an eyebrow. "Language, Dr. Tarika!," he spoke in a warning tone after hearing the expletive. "Ohh, just wait till I spoil you rotten!," she chuckled, her hands encircling around his neck.

Abhijeet gave her his most adoring smile. "You know, you always do this!," he said, brushing his fingers on her neck, causing her to shiver. "You always tempt me like this, making me forget everything around. I could barely sleep last night because of you. I kept thinking of the feel of your lips against mine. Not fair, Dr. Tarika!," he breathed, gently touching the said lips. She narrowed her eyes at him, a mysterious smile dancing on her lips, "Is it a good thing or a bad?"

Pecking her cheek, he pushed a few stray curls away from her face and murmured, "Next time, do what you feel like… but without the pretext of alcohol, alright?" She blushed slightly, his eyes going downcast, before looking up at him again. "Even if I feel like sleeping in your arms… and waking in your arms?," she asked, fidgeting with the button of his shirt. "Anything you feel like!," Abhijeet answered, flashing a broad grin. "And what if we decide to get drunk at my or your place?!," she played along, getting closer to him. "Then I think I'd just watch you getting drunk... and then support you in my arms till you feel better," he said, pulling her into a hug and buried his face in her curls.

Tarika smiled to herself as she gently rubbed his back thinking how not every 'What The Fuck' day… and maybe not every time the effect of alcohol has to turn out bad.

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~~ The End ~~

A/N: I absolutely suck at writing romantic scenes, so if you think this is lame, that's because it is!