"My goodness, Riya just come this once, okay? Can't you please come to the bar with me?
You have already turned me down so many times before, it was my eighth time asking you, won't you say yes this time for me?"
Khushi clung to Riya's hand like a spoiled child refusing to leave until she agreed to go with her.
Even if Riya refused again and again she clearly was not going to let her go so easily this time, this time she had made up her mind to let her come with her.
But Riya too adamant on her decision still shook her head firmly and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Khushi's eyes flickered with a idea, and she chuckled.
"Alright then, how about this? You have got a boyfriend, right?
Why don't we let him come with us too? That way you will feel reassured, won't you?"
Unexpectedly, Riya still shook her head refusing to yield. "Forget it, I am not interested in bars at all. I did rather just go home and talk to my boyfriend on phone."
"Oh my god!."
