Forget-Me-Not: Taste of Freedom

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

       "Are you alright now?" Vidhi asked Dia, as she stopped the car by her gates. Next to her, Dia lay slumped against the seat, her eyes hooded and her expression filled with wistfulness.

      "I'm fine," Dia murmured. "Damn. My head is pounding."

       "It's a miracle you're not drunk."

       "I know. God."

       Back at Abhay's house, she'd downed two whole glasses of rum and whiskey. It had been awful and all kinds of disgusting, but she'd needed something to keep her strength up. Watching that video... it had made her unstable, and the onslaught of memories had been too much to bear. At the time, all she'd wanted to do was to forget. It should have been Vidhi feeling like this, Dia thought to herself. It should have been Vidhi feeling so miserable. Vidhi had lost more than she had... and yet, here she was, in her own car, in a sorry state and unable to drive herself home. Instead of dropping Vidhi to her house, Dia had ended up making her the driver this evening.

      "Sorry," she said to Vidhi. "I just... I shouldn't have had those drinks."

      "It's alright. I don't blame you."

      "Still. It was a stupid thing to do."

      "It was. Do you want me to call Varun?"

       "No," Dia said decidedly, sitting up straighter at the mention of his name. God, no. She didn't want him to see her like this, all broken and miserable and out of her mind. For all she knew, Varun had never gotten drunk in his whole life. He would look down upon the kind of weakness that made you want to lose awareness of yourself. No, she was fine without him. And she was just a little tipsy and out of her mind, not really drunk. Although, her head pounded... "I'll be alright," she muttered. "No need to worry. Sorry I couldn't drop you home."

       "Don't be an idiot. And... call me if you need anything, okay?"

      Dia nodded. "Okay. I will. Thank you, Vidhi."

       "It's no big deal."

      They both got out of her car, and Dia's gaze immediately went to the Innova in the other, usually empty garage. She grabbed her hair, moaning.

       "My parents are here," she grunted, "God, why are my parents here?"

      "Just be alright," Vidhi said, although it was wishful thinking. She couldn't help being worried. Dia's parents frowned upon drinking, and right now, it was very much obvious that Dia wasn't exactly sober, though she wasn't completely drunk, either. She smelled.

       "I'll try my best," Dia said dryly.   

        After saying goodbye, Vidhi left, and Dia went to the front door to ring the bell.

      When the awfully good looking, big breasted bimbo opened the door, Dia almost did a face plant on the ground. Her eyebrows slammed together, and a small frown appeared on her face. Before she could ask what she was doing there, another figure appeared in the doorway, and Varun let out a breath of relief on seeing her.

      "I called you four times," he said, moving past the bimbo to get her. "Your parents are here," he added.

     "Yes, I know," she scowled. "I saw their car." He'd called her? Well, she hadn't checked her phone in ages. She wouldn't know.