His Innocent Wife

Final goodbye!

Abhinav's pov:

"Ughh!" I got up clutching my head tightly in my hands.

This hangover is definitely going to take my life one day. Headache was what was the most annoying thing of it. And during hangover, its not the normal one, it’s a surprisingly oppressive force, as though someone is squeezing my skull tightly, and my brain is yelling NO.

I was so hell irritated now that I even started feeling sensitivity to light. Not any bright sunlight but even the smallest light entering my eyes is making me cringe.

Curling up in bed, staying in one place, not wanting to do anything. I was feeling like shit.

This is always a scenario after the morning I drink. I have a very low tolerance to drinking and that's the only reason I never do it at home. Of course, I'd never want to put up a show for my family.

I was feeling really gross after waking up, especially as if I'm still in my party gear. The first thing, I want to do right now is to take a very long shower. I took a nice shower and sat back on the bed holding my thumping head in my hands.

"Why the hell you drink so much when you can't handle the morning after?" Came Rish's irritating voice through the door.

I looked up to see him walking with a maid behind him, holding a tray in her hand.

"Keep it here." He told her, pointing at the bed.

"Want to say something?" Rish asked, looking at me with that known look on his face.

"Sorry."

"Did you say something? I wasn't able to hear it properly."

"I said I am sorry. No need to make fun of me." Still not lifting my eyes from the bed, I very well knew that look my best friend had on his face.

He is so very right every time I drink but, I don't listen to him. He always keeps on telling me that one should drink only till he can tolerate but, I never listen to him. And this is the scenario of every morning after I drink. I groan with headache under the effects of hangover and apologize to him every time for excessive drinking.

"Uncle called. He has asked you to come home." Rish told.

Why would he want to see me at home right now?

Dad and Mumma know that every time I am at Rish's place, I stay here overnight and then go to office directly from here. Well, that's how we both are. We both have a room at each other's places and stuff for necessity. I have a few clothes and other things at his place so that I don't have to go home every time I stay here. It's the same way for him too.

"Don't worry too much. Uncle told me that there is nothing to worry about. Just have the breakfast and go home right now. I will meet you at your office during lunch." Even though his words reflected assurance of everything being fine but, deep down we both knew that if dad has called me then it's not normal. Because he never does that.

After having a little talk and breakfast, I left from my place. The complete journey from his house till mine, my mind was continuously occupied with thousands of different thoughts.

I am not blaming anyone for this but it's common with Indian parents. Especially Dad. Whenever Dad calls or say that something is there to talk about, every child is ought to get worried. Even though I have a pretty chill relationship with my parents but, I still get worried every time my parents summon me.

As soon as I entered the living room, I was greated by unavoidable, void silence which was soon broken by slow foot steps emerging from the kitchen. I looked towards that side to find the cause of yesterday's argument. My wife. Nisha.