Rudraksh's intoxication was completely overpowering him. His eyes were hazy, but there was a longing in them that was pulling Chahat towards him. He took Chahat's face in both his hands and, diving deep into her eyes, said in a slow, heavy voice, "Chahat... can I suck the nectar of your juicy lips?"

Chahat's breaths were coming in short gasps. Her face turned red with shyness. She wanted to stop him, but her heart wanted to drown in Rudraksh. "Rudraksh... you're drunk," she said in a trembling voice, but there was no firmness in her voice that she needed. Rudraksh smiled lightly and his fingers slid from Chahat's cheeks towards her neck. "Intoxication... you are the intoxication, Chahat," he whispered.