Her eyes opened with a very severe headache, a throbbing one, it took her quite some time to understand where she really was .The smell of the wine , which was intoxicating Last night, this morning it adds to the nausea. She didn't have the courage to get up from the bed .
The time was 7:30 already, she got up and ran towards the bathroom.
The memories of the previous night were slowly slowly Stared to render in front of her eyes, not fully but in flashes . for a moment she thought that she was dreaming, she splashed cold water on her face just to feel something refreshing and instantly she wish she could wash away whatever happened last night too.
As soon as she wiped her face with the towel and looked at the mirror, her eyes almost popped out seeing a deep maroon mark on her neck just bellow her ear and another one on the nope oh her neck.Memories of how she got them manifested slowly from the back of her brain, every detail hammered her heart , the wine, the swing, the bed and the dreamlike sensation of their closeness.... and most gut-wrenching of all, the sudden realization that he now knows what she feels about him,
" Shit" is all she could utter .She couldn't even look at her reflection on the mirror out of shame. How come she Just totally upchucked her emotions right there, infront of him. How will he react now, and how will she face him in the office. She just wanted to vanish from there ,and the first thing she had to deal with was those dark maroon bite marks, screaming for attention sitting against her fair skin.
She tried to figure out what will she wear to keep the mark hidden.
She thought that tying a scarf around her neck will do the trick, but unfortunately didn't get a single apt scarf in her luggage, Though there were many but non of them complimented the handful of formal wear she had at that time.
Without giving a second thought she took out her phone and made a call
" Haan,Taniya, ek thoda sa issue ho gaya hai, mere paas kuch hai nahin office pehen ne ke liye? " she said as soon as Taniya picked up the call.
" Haan but tu kal hi bolke gai thi kabhi call nahin karegi, tujhe mujhse aur mere Bhai se koi Lene dena nahin hai and what not" she didn't leave the chance to taunt her, in a lighter note though.
" Sun bakwas baad main Karna, mujhe black or olive scarf chaiye in the next 1 hour" she said
" Kyun ?"Taniya asked.
" I want to team it up with a button down shirt, smart lagta hai" Shehnaaz made excuse.
" Arey jo hai woh pehnen le, creative profile hai teri , itna formal dressing karne ki jarurat nahin hai." Taniya adviced.
" No , I want a scarf , kaan main dard bhi hai mere, cold hai na ". She goofed up inorder to conceal the real reason.
"Ruk" Taniya said and instantly video called her, Shehnaaz didn't know what to do so she jumped on her bed and covered herself in her comforter before replying.
" Aise Daaku banke kyun baiti hai, show me what you have in your luggage?" Taniya asked.
" Woh Thand hai is liye, ruk " Shehnaaz uttered. Taniya could sense that sometimes was fishy , she got up wrapping that thick comforter around her.
" Comforter neeche kar ,I will count 3" Taniya announced.Shehnaaz knew that there is no point arguing, she had to get ready as well and it's impossible to trick Taniya. She lowered the comforter and dropped the bombshell making Taniya's jaw dropped.
" Okay ! Now I see! I was wondering Saket se G. K. Ane jaane main 5 ghante kaise lag gaye." She couldn't stop chuckling.
" Yeah woh nahi, sachi" she just forenamed.
"Shehnaaz, Bhai 12 baje Ghar aye kal, Tere Ghar se, do not try to act smart, kya hua Bata, aur yeah kaun sa khunkhar pyar chal raha hai" Taniya joked.
" Taniya, yaar help kar , I need to get ready , office jaana hai, baad main sab bataungi, bohat Siyapa kar diya maine, rona aa raha hai" Shehnaaz said, almost making a sad face
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A Chaos Called Love ❤️
General FictionAt a posh locality of " dilwalon ki Dilli"There she was, sitting on her terrace, sipping her coffee and thinking about love.... What it Love. You can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itse...
