Our Way Back

53. Fighting for myself

V I S H A L

As I walked into the banquet, I was greeted by a lot of people, congratulating me for the success of our recent project, but I was only searching for one person.
I was somewhat excited to see her again, last meeting with her was crap, she would be an engaged woman now! This fact pricked my heart, it shouldn't actually, but still it did! I had nothing to do with her but-

My eyes met hers as I caught her checking me out.

Damn she is always checking me out!

Wait, but why does she looked pissed off? What was stuck up her ass? Oh fuck, maybe because I was late! Shit man Rushi had told me she would be pissed off if I get late!

Without wasting any further time I start walking towards her but she turns away and drinks up a shot.

"Advika", I call out to her and I have to admit she looks sizzling in the red dress and hair falling over her shoulders!

"Hey there", she says turns towards me

"We have to give the interview", I tell her in a cold tone. I see whatever little enthusiasm she had left in her also vanish due to my cold tone.

"Yeah, you should have known that before getting late", she snapped at me! I didn't feel bad even a bit due to her rude remark so I don't reply, instead I just extend my hand towards her for her to get down the stool which would be difficult without support.

She gives me a stern look and I understood I had to apologize, "Fine I am sorry let's get done with the fucking media okay!", I look at her and well, she looked surprised, maybe she didn't expect a sorry, shit then why did I have to say!

She held my hand and I felt my body react to her touch weirdly, it always did, since the first time! The sensations were foreign to me, but good! I didn't let go her hand until we were standing in front of the numerous cameras and mics.

I let go her hand only to place mine on her waist. I hated the way the reporters and perverts in the party were eyeing her lustfully. I would have literally plucked out someone's eyes. I would never tolerate such eyes on my girl.

Wait fuck ...Vishal what's wrong with you, she isn't your girl, you lost the chance to call her yours!

I was clearly loosing my mind over this woman! It was so difficult to tear my eyes away from her, when she talked the way her lips moved felt like a smooth rhythm, I have also noticed that she talks a lot with her hands. Her hand gestures are really very cute for a 27 year old! I was mesmerized by her during the interview!

After the interview and all the fake goodness that we both put up, she headed back to the place she was before, I wanted to follow her by I was caught up by some people wanting to meet me.

She seemed in a really bad mood today, something was up with her, she was irritated and on the verge of loosing her calm! Something was very wrong with her!

As I got busy with more guests in the party I lost her in the crowd. I couldn't see her from the place I was standing right now and it kind of worried me. I know it is silly but still it worried me because she was drinking!

Is she nauseous due to all the drinking, would she need any help? My mind was not at all with the people around me. I was busy thinking about her and my eyes were scanning every corner of the hall but she was no where to be found. I stayed calm and called her thrice in the past five minutes but she didn't even answer her phone.

Now this girl was scaring the shit out of me. It was almost 30mins or more since we parted after the interview. I looked around the hall properly but she wasn't here. A thought crossed my mind that she might have gone home after getting bored, but my heart didn't agree to that, for some weird reasons I felt as if she was still here around somewhere.
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A D V I K A

I entered the washroom of the hotel room that I had found and puked my intestines out. As I came out of the washroom I had no energy left to go out back in the party. Until now I hadn't realised how much tired I was due to the stress.

I did what my instincts told me. I took off my heels and sat on the floor in the room, tears rolling down my face. I didn't give a fuck about my makeup in that moment because there was no media involved in the party now.

I could feel the alcohol in my veins, the vodka or tequila or whatever I drank, was capturing me physically.

"Why me God?
I know I fucked up but so much pain just for a single mistake? Was the mistake even so big that I deserved so much pain in return?
If you didn't want me to have all this then why give me a taste of it before?
Only to snatch it away from me in front of my eyes?
To make me regret more?
To make me feel more pain?
If yes then congratulations! You're successful! Anywyas I couldn't have done anything against your plans but I still hoped for a better life, this is nothing better, the engagement, the responsibilities, my career, my friends, my love, my family everything is fucked up!", I sat there mumbling and crying.

When I heard someone enter the room, I defensively held my heel in my hand which was placed beside me. I saw a man enter the room looking at me as if I was a piece of cake ready to be savoured.

I felt disgusting with his eyes all over me. He silently latched the door behind him after he entered. He thought I didn't notice that but I had noticed it and decided to stay silent and not cause any scene just yet as I didn't even have the energy!

He came slowly and sat beside me but not on the floor on the bed.
I held my heel tighter cause I have seen worst of my life and I didn't believe him to be any good.

He tried to make small talk and everytime I replied to him sassily. Thankfully my bold attitude just pops up in situations like this and the alcohol helped too!

I didn't know who the man was but I had seen him down in the party earlier, maybe he was part of the event organiser team or the banquet hall.

I had put up my guard against him and only focused on getting out of the room as soon as possible. I was looking at the door figuring out the latches still sitting in my place but fuck my vision was getting blurry with the alcohol in my system.

I immediately stood up. I knew I would pass out if I stayed still anymore time. I wasn't a regular drinker but a frequent one since I had gone to London.

Thanks to that, I had build up quite a resistance against alcohol but still I couldn't keep myself up today!

As I stood, the man steped closer to me in attempt to wipe my tears, but instead he put his hand behind my neck and tried to kiss me!

Gross! I felt disgusted by his touch!

I put my hands to his chest and tried to push him away but he won't budge.

"Damn bastard get away", I cursed him which provoked him further and I felt weaker due to the alcohol. He pinned me against the wall and in that rush my grip from my heel has slipped.

Great timing!

He held both my arms up and pinned them. I didn't have anything to hit him with but I had my mouth. I threw all the curses I knew in the world onto him. The alcohol wouldn't let me think straight and I mentally cursed myself too for getting me into this mess!

I didn't expect anyone to save me because no one ever was there for me in London or even before when I needed except for Adnan, Rushi and Vishal but that was put of the picture now!

In the past few months in Mumbai I had grown used to the secure atmosphere. Rohit, Rushi, Adnan Vishal, no matter even if we fought they cared for me, which made me feel secure and carefree, but right now in this moment I felt I was back to the Advika I was years back!
All alone! fighting for myself!
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