Drunk Upper class woman - Makes out with anyone - even with a Rickshaw Puller(video+)

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Scene 2: The First Taste of Mischief

The new cafe in Hudson Lane was buzzing. It was loud, full of students from different colleges, all shouting over the music. The air smelled like fried momos and strong coffee. Zara, of course, had found them the best table, right in the corner, a bit hidden.

Zara: (Leaning in, her eyes sparkling with a secret) “Okay, so... I brought something to make the cold coffee extra special.”

She dug into her big jholla bag and, like a magician, pulled out a small, shiny bottle. It was vodka.

Anya: (Her eyes went wide, a shocked little laugh escaping) “Zara! You are mad! Pagal ho gayi hai kya? Put it away! What if the manager sees?”

Kian: (Sighing, already looking uncomfortable) “Zara, seriously? We’re in a public place. This is not a good idea. We could get into proper trouble.”

Zara: (Waving her hand, dismissing their worries) “Oh ho, stop being such fattus, both of you! Everyone does it. It’s college! And Kian, you sound like my dadi.”

She quickly unscrewed the cap and, before Anya could protest again, poured a small (splash) into Anya’s glass of cold coffee. Then one in her own. She looked at Kian.

Kian: (Shaking his head) “No. Not for me. I’ll stick to my aam-panna, thank you.”

Zara: (Shrugging) “Your loss, baba. Okay, Anya... cheers! To being young, wild, and... studying Marx!”

Anya giggled, her hand hesitating over the glass. This was naughty. This was something her parents would be so shocked about. The 'good' girl in her head was screaming "No!"

Anya: “Zara, nahi yaar. It will taste bad. And... I’ve never... you know.”

Zara: (Her voice softened, but still teasing) “Arre, just one sip. Chakh le (Just taste it). It’s just a little fun. Don’t be such a behenji! It’s just a tiny bit. I promise it won’t bite.”

Anya looked at Zara’s encouraging face, then at Kian, who was pretending to be very interested in the menu. She felt a sudden rush. Why not? It was just fun.

She took a small, shy sip.

The coffee taste hit first, sweet and creamy. Then... a strange, sharp warmth slid down her throat. It wasn't bad. It was... interesting. It made her tummy feel warm, fuzzy.

Anya: (Her eyes widening slightly) “Oh.”

Zara: (Grinning, knowing she had won) “See? Not so scary, haina? Now take another one.”

Anya took a bigger sip this time. A giggle bubbled up from her chest, a real, free giggle. Suddenly, the loud music sounded better, the cafe lights seemed brighter.

Anya: (Leaning forward, her voice a happy whisper) “It tastes... funny. But nice-funny! Kian, you have to try!”

Kian: (Smiling slightly at her sudden cheerfulness) “I’ll pass. But you... just be careful, okay? Don't have too much.”

Zara: “Oh, don’t worry, Professor Kian! I will take care of our little gudiya. Today, we are having fun!”

Anya laughed again, feeling light and wonderfully mischievous. It was her first little secret, her first step into Zara’s "wild" world. It felt exciting. It felt safe. After all, she was with her best friends. What could possibly go wrong?