"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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I woke up with a drilling sensation in my head, like someone was hammering nails into my skull. Every throb made me wince as I forced my eyelids open, groaning in frustration. I reached up to massage my temples, trying to ease the pain, and squinted against the light filtering through the curtains. My brain felt foggy, sluggish, and the more I tried to remember, the less I could grasp.
Where's my phone? I need to check the time.
I scanned the room, my vision still blurry, but couldn't recall where I had left my phone. In fact, I couldn't recall much of anything from last night. A heavy sigh escaped me as the realization hit-I didn't remember a thing. What happened last night? Why can't I remember anything? And why does my head feel like it's about to explode?
Just then, a deep, familiar voice broke through the haze. "Good morning," it rang out, clear and unmissable.
I slowly turned my head toward the sound, and there he was-Avivansh, standing near the edge of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze was both piercing and amused, Did I do something,?
"Morning," I croaked, my voice scratchy. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, the words coming out slower than I intended, my head still throbbing.
He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Looking for this?" he said, sounding exasperated I gulped closingmy eyes as the memories of last night flashes before my eyes.
I had a coke with yuvan and he was stopping me to drink and my head started to spin haaww! I gasped as all the memories started to boop in my head.
You are looking so handsome right now it makes me do things with you.
What the fuck did I said to him?
Panic shot through me as I piqued my one eye at him, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.
"Here, drink this. You'll feel better," he said, handing me a bottle filled with a strange, murky liquid. I stared at it skeptically, trying to analyze it with my eyes. "What is it?" I asked, suspicious.
Avivansh sat down in front of me, gently tucking a strand of my messy hair behind my ear. "It's for your hangover," he said, his voice calm but clearly amused. Hangover? My brows furrowed, and I looked at him completely blank. "Did I...?" I trailed off, already dreading the answer.
"Yes," he nodded, confirming my worst fear. With a knowing look, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle. "Now, drink it fast."
I groaned, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. How could I not tell the difference between a soft drink and alcohol? What is wrong with me? It's not like I've never had alcohol before. I have, and I know exactly how it affects me-I blackout after just two shots. That's why I avoid it.
