Find You
"Let's make a night you won't remember,
I'll be the one you won't forget"
Hangover. Major hangover. Shit.
That was the first thing that Parth Kashyap realized as he woke up. His head felt as if it would burst into a thousand gory smithereens any moment, as he groaned to himself, clutching it and beginning to tenderly massage his temples. The nausea hadn't kicked in yet, thankfully, so he could do a little something about his head before he found himself bent over the toilet or the basin, regurgitating.
As a rule, Parth never got drunk. At least, not this kind of drunk. And yet, last night, he'd lost control, and he didn't remember how or why.
What happened last night?
The second thing he realized, as he got up to drink some water, splash some over his face and hunt for a painkiller, was that he was clothed waist down the way he clothed his torso before going to bed every night. With nothing.
He was naked. Double shit!
He found his boxers on the floor, pulled them on, and went over to his bedside table, grabbing the jug of water and gulping it down. Wiping his mouth with the back of his right hand, he walked to the bathroom, stepping over his pair of jeans, his t-shirt and his jacket.
What the hell happened last night?!
The third thing he realized after he opened the basin tap, ducked his head under it as best as he could to let the cold water soothe his ravaged nerves a little, splashed some water over his face, and looked at his reflection in the mirror above the basin, was that there was a bruise on his throat, a little above his collarbone.
A love bite. Oh, shit, shit, shiiit!!
His head throbbed harder as he wondered what his bathroom would look like with pieces of his brain splattered all over. Disgusting. He bent over the basin and was violently sick.
Having finished unloading his gut of it's contents, he brushed his teeth and had a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and a painkiller he'd managed to find on top of the refrigerator, though he had no idea how it got there.
Feeling a little better, he got back into bed. He had to figure out what had happened!
His head still throbbed, of course, but the painkiller seemed to have started killing the pain. Or wounding it, at least.
He tried to piece the events that led to his discovery of not only a hangover, but also of him being naked and with a love bite planted on his throat.
He was in the club, that much was obvious. For some reason he still couldn't remember, he'd had a lot to drink. It didn't matter anyway. So alright, he'd gotten drunk. What next?
He closed his eyes, and implored his brain to remember. the throbbing increased a little again, but it brought flashes with it. Much needed flashes of memory.
Lights. Multi-coloured lights. Dancing bodies. And-
His eyes flew open- her too!
The woman. The woman in that short, black dress and heels, dancing away, as she ignored the men gazing at her lasciviously and the women around glaring daggers. The woman who'd caught his eye and flashed a smile at him, a seductive curling of her lips. The woman he'd not only ended up dancing with, but also bringing home. The woman who gave him that love bite, as she pushed him so he fell back on his bed, taking her with him. The woman, whose scent still seemed to linger around him.
The woman who'd whispered seductively in his ear after he'd mumbled out his name and asked her her own, and before kissing him, so he wouldn't be mumbling out unnecessary personal details anymore: "It won't help you to find me, but I'll still give it to you- "
A tiny smirk made his way to his lips at the memory.
I'll find you alright, Vidushi.
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