Arranged Marriage

~Embarassing~

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A big, mammoth size, brutal bulldozer ran all over me!

I repeat: A BIG. MAMMOTH SIZE. INSENSITIVE.  BRUTAL BULLDOZER RAN ALL OVER ME.

Impossible to believe?

Probably that's the only truth I could reasonably attach with the feelings I am going through now, at this moment. Specifically enough it's regarding my state of  physicality.

The moment before I even open my eyes and gaze around myself, process where the hell I am and what's this preety sharp thing poking me in my back, the first thing I experienced was - my tonne weighted forehead.

It was throbbing so much, so hard as if it got crushed again and again through a bulldozer or a tractor riding on it, as if it was a runway, continually, mercilessly.

And that wasn't only limited to my preety little forehead. My whole body from head to toe or you say toe to hairs was hurting so badly that I just want to numb it all at once. Now that I think of reason, may be I slept in one still same position throughout the night and almost day,  that now raising even  my little finger a damn millimeter up requires a ton of efforts.

Still, in that pain I took efforts and raised my hand with difficulty, settled my blanket off my face and growled inhumanly noticing my surroundings.

There was so much freaking light all over. So much brightness.

Dammit! It hurts my eyes.

Around me, when my blurness started cleaning up, the sight was honestly - not so clean. My bed was a mess, books spread all over opened and closed,  curtains already opened, clothes resting at another corner of my bed in a big mountain form specifically showing my red laced bra hanging separately and clock, damn! it shows the time, it was two of afternoon.

I have slept this long? I sigh.

Yelping and squeezing my eyes tight,  with some more efforts I sat up straight, my backbone bending and due to strained cold all night, it almost felt so tight yet body loose  to sit.

Sitting up, first thing I did was, massaging my whole face, with finger tips giving pressure, not so gently, especially this throbbing forehead.

What have I done? I wondered while my mind was totally blank and just...just want to be free of pain. I couldn't think clearly, my mind was in its own form of haze.

Massage did comfort me like for half percent and meanwhile I realise how gross my mouth feels. It was all bitter and sour along with my  throat being strenuous, like African dessert dry.

With dehydrated mouth and thick saliva, I coated my cracked lips. The aching in my skull flow back  and it flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. My brain felt it would swell beyond its capacity and burst out all it's content any moment now.  I understand at once why they call it a hangover, for it feels as if the blackest of clouds are over my head with no intention of clearing until late afternoon. Or tomorrow afternoon.

Now with the skull-fitted-to-blast pain, my hydration felt too obvious to ignore anymore.

When I reached for a glass of water from my bedside table, there I frowned seeing some silver coloured thing kept.  I frowned gulping down saliva, not remembering when I kept them there but those two tablets were for painkillers.