I stumbled in around 2 AM with a half full bottle of Ciroc in my hand. I had spent the night drinking by the lake trying to erase anything and everything that I had felt that day. After getting to the state where any more liquor would leave me incapable of having any control over myself, I decided to return to the mansion. As I walked up the massive staircase to my room, I was lost in thoughts. She must have gone to sleep by now, she MUST have. She had never waited up for me before so why would she now, especially after all that I had said to her earlier today. All the things she had heard from everyone else, how there was no rishta between us, how our marriage and everything that symbolized it was a joke, how she was insane to think of me as HER PATI. As I opened the door to my room, I took another swig from the bottle, feeling the hard liquor go harshly down my throat. I smirked thinking how much she hated this too. I suddenly realized the room was pitch black, which was odd because she never went to sleep without the light on. Then it hit me like a thousand bricks falling from the sky, she HADN'T gone to sleep, but then where was she? I walked through the large dark room, in my semi-impaired state until I got to our bed. There she was sitting on the ground unconscious with her head resting against the top of the bed. The red and pink lengha created a magnificent contrast with her skin, the diamond earrings that I had refused to return to her rested against her delicate neck still maintaining the sparkle that they had that night at the party where I introduced her to the world as MY WIFE. The light of the moon illuminated her pale face and a single strand of her dark bangs lay on her impeccably sculpted cheek brushing the side of her rosy pink lips. Despite all of the liquor I had drank that night, it wasn't until this moment when my eyes fell upon her, that I felt truly intoxicated...