You found yourself at a bar in Delhi, drinking your sorrows away while a few men and women threw their shot at you—which they failed miserably. Everything was alright until a blonde haired woman sat next to you, ordering a drink, and then proceeded to make small talk with you.

You found her company enjoyable, it felt like she was making you flustered on purpose until she suddenly put her hat on you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “You do know about the rule, do you sweetheart?”