Ayesha (that lady's) pov,

Flashback...

"Sir, your wine..." I offered the wine to a man sitting infront of bar.

A girl was sitting on his lap and kissing him. I was habitual of such type of scenes so it didn't bothered me.

Working in the club is equal to watching intimate scenes or movies.

Ofcourse I am working here not becoz of my choice but my circumstances. I am working to earn expenses for my college. I have to take care of my ill mother.

So my life is not like normal girls who enjoys their teens and twenties. I have a huge burden of responsibilities to take care. Sometimes I feel like to lean on someone who could share my responsibilities but....

Suddenly a man came fuming in anger I think. He asked for a wine and I served him. He nearly drank a bottle and I tried to stop him but he didn't.

"One more" he said with blood shot eyes.

"Sir, you had already drunk too much." I said to him and was ready for a scolding but he didn't.

He just stood up and walked away with stumbled footsteps.

I didn't know why but I felt something different about him. He wasn't like other people who enters in club for enjoyment. Moreover, those people are used to disrespect waitresses and bartenders like me but...he didn't.

Don't know why but I caught him from falling. He looked at me, said 'thank you' and walked away.

No one said thank you to me in my entire life and I actually didn't expect it from a drunken man.