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Aaradhya's eyes delicately opened as she tried to recognise her surroundings. The familiar scent of Shubman's cologne lingered in the air, and the room was filled with his belongings—from the photographs of his favorite music bands on the wall to his clothes scattered on the floor.
A sudden wave of nausea and dizziness hit her like a bullet, causing an intense throbbing in her head. She winced at the pain, cursing under her breath as she struggled to get out of bed.
It felt like her head was about to explode as she tried to bury herself underneath the covers, perhaps the pain will then fade away.
“Ah!” She felt herself whine in pain, as the pain consumed every inch of her body. Aaradhya made a mental note to never go near alcohol for the rest of her life.
She felt the door open with a sudden click which also somehow made the headache increase. Her groans for the headache intensed, as her body ached for an solution.
Aaradhya felt warm hands surround her head, as Shubman slowly massaged her forehead, kneeling beside her side of the bed. “Do you feel better, love?” He slowly whispered in her ear.
Her face scrunched up in pain, but the gentle touch of Shubman's fingers on her forehead sent a wave of warmth throughout her body, easing the torture-filled ache resided in her head. His soft words and his comforting presence made her feel safe and cared for.
A strange place to feel home in.
“A little,” she mumbled weakly, “Could you please get me a glass of water?”
Shubman quickly rose to his feet, “Of course, love. I'll be right back.” He left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving Aaradhya alone with her thoughts.
She laid there, her mind wandering as she reminisced the events of the previous night.
She had drunk way too much, more than usual, and she couldn't remember the rest except for flashes of face of Shubman near her. Slowly came back the conversations she has had with Shubman.
Oh lord, why was I so annoying? Aaradhya felt herself silently tear up from the pain caused by her heart and her head.
“I am sorry, I was so annoying,” Aaradhya uttered, as she drank the cold water and ate the pills Shubman had given her.
Shubman softly smiled at her as he pushed a strand of hair beside her ear, “No you were not, Aaradhya, Please don't think like that.”
“And I hadn't been exactly good to you too, Shubman,” Aaradhya apologised, feeling a pang on her chest for each words she spoke. “I am not fair to you, yet you are too good for me.”
“It's a talk for another day, okay?” Shubman told her, “First, you need to get alright, everything else falls next.”
Aaradhya weakly nodded at his words, as she let cushion hit her head yet again. Shubman gave her a soft kiss in her forehead affectionately; a touch that lasted longer than it normally should.
