Wrong kind of Attraction

25

Shaurya

The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. I look around the dimly lit room, though it is daytime no-one has opened the thick maroon drapes.
I fall back to bed and wrap myself in the duvet, when waves of nausea start adding to my misery. My phone that's lying on side table, pinged with message after message but I neither cared to check nor I had energy to do so.

Dehydration too obvious to ignore and my stomach lurched and gurgled.
"Why the fuck did I drink this much in first place" I muttered rubbing and pressing my forehead to sooth that cracking headache.
"Perhaps some painkillers would help" Thinking I dragged myself out of the bed.

Once I was on my feet the room swayed almost causing me to loose balance, so I reached out for the wall. I stood there opening and closing my eyes several times until the swirling room became stationary again. I dragged my bare feet on the cold white marble floor, to reach the white door in the corner. Hoping that's the bathroom.

Once I reached to the door, I had a little difficulty in turning the knob. Thanks to my unfocused vision. But after few tries I succeeded and luckily it was bathroom.

For next few minutes I threw up. I didn't stop until there was nothing left to spew, until my stomach was completely empty. Then I splashed cold water on my face just to feel something refreshing, wishing to wash toxins too outta that damn brain of mine.
I looked at my reflection in mirror, I was still wearing what I wore yesterday. White shirt and grey pant. Difference is unlike last night I'm looking miserable. Splashing water on my face for four to five times more, I wiped it with the towel hanging near and walked out of the bathroom. I heard my phone buzzing. At first I thought of ignoring it but then decided against it and checked whose call it is.

Badi ma's name flashing on screen told me receiving call right now, will just intensify already unrelenting headache. So ignoring the call I went out of the room.
Wooden flooring and several abstract landscape canvases in round frame hanging on the light grey wall, confirms my doubt, I'm at Arpit's place. Pressing and rubbing my forehead with one hand and clutching handrail with other hand, I went down the charcoal grey staircase and turned to left to go to kitchen. To find something that'll save me from this deadly headache and nauseating feeling. That's when I heard someone clearing their throat. I turned back to find Miss Nancy sitting on the settee in living room reading some magazine.

"Hey, Miss Nancy Good morning" I said

Without looking up she said "Shaurya, afternoon is good however you" she looked up and adjusted her specs "look miserable. It's 1 pm by the way" she completed looking at me from head to toe.

One pm already? "Huhh! I not only look miserable, I feel miserable at the moment"

Exhaling audibly she put her magazine on the center table and getting up, came to me. She was wearing a loose tea length green checkered maxi dress. Her hair is tied back in a high bun. And though she's still in her late forties, few of the strands are already either grey or turning grey. Wrinkles have also started to appear on the corner of her eyes. Her once vibrant skin, now looks dull. Which also reminds me that I am seeing her after months. Maybe she's stressing about Arpit more than she's taking care of herself. Gotta knock some sense in that boy. He loves Miss Nancy like anything, but I guess nowadays he's more busy in work and hence not paying enough attention on her.

"I knew you would feel miserable in morning, when Arpit brought you home last night." saying she wiped her glasses in round shaped black frame on her dress and then wearing it again looked at me closely "are you alright though" she pressed back of her hand against my forehead "you are sweating"