The Unexpected

26. Drunk

First of all, really sorry for the delay guys and thankyou so much for your patience❤️.

I gave you all so much trauma in the last two chapters so I wrote something that's definitely gonna make you all laugh.
This chapter contains a lot of insights from Himanshu and Suyash's life for the upcoming books.

Also, congratulations for successfully threatening me into giving longer updates😔.

The brakes weren't working.

I slammed my foot down again and again, but the pedal was stiff and useless. The car skidded on the road, tires screeching as they fought against the momentum dragging me forward. My hands clenched around the steering wheel, my pulse hammering in my ears.

Panic clawed at my throat. The curve ahead was sharp, and the car was moving too fast. Too fast. I could spin out. Flip over. Crash into the ditch.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it-the thick trunk of an old tree, sturdy and unyielding, standing just off the road. A terrible idea lodged itself in my brain, and for once, I let my intrusive thoughts win.

Thok hi deta hoon, I thought, jaw tightening.

(Lemme just crash)

With a sharp yank, I twisted the steering wheel, sending the car veering toward the tree. The tires shrieked in protest, the entire frame shuddering as it left the asphalt. The moment stretched, endless, as the headlights illuminated the rough bark of the tree, rushing toward me faster than I could think.

Then-impact.

A thunderous crash split the air as metal crumpled like paper. The front of the car caved in, the hood folding as the force of the collision sent a brutal jolt through my body. My head snapped forward, but before I could hit the dashboard, the airbag exploded open with a deafening whoosh, slamming into my face with enough force to make my vision blur. The sharp scent of chemicals filled the cabin, mixing with the acrid stench of burning rubber and gasoline.

For a second, everything was still.

Then pain-dull and throbbing in my chest where the seatbelt dug in, a stinging burn on my arm from the friction of the airbag. I sucked in a breath, wincing. I was alive.

But my car? Probably not.

I groaned, head falling back against the seat, blinking away the stars dancing in my vision. Outside, the engine hissed, steam rising in eerie tendrils from the mangled hood. The tree stood there, unmoved, its bark barely dented-as if mocking the wreck I had just made of my car.

Well. That could've gone worse.

I pushed open the car door, my hands shaking slightly as I stumbled out. The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and something metallic-probably the radiator leaking. I coughed, trying to clear my lungs, and finally stood on my own two feet. My legs felt weak, but I was alive. That was something.