"Ell...ella..what the..what the hell..what are you doing? ", he stuttered. He had been searching for her to take her home.
He stood at the door of the room stunned, unable to decipher the situation.
A loud shattering of glass was heard, he felt the shards of the broken wine glass pierce his palm. The trickle of blood from the cut was the only thing moving in his otherwise numb body while he stood still, completely devastated by what he accidentally walked upon.
He tried to raise his arm and fling the glass at her, he tried to open his mouth and shout a string of curses but nothing moved.
Few seconds later, someone grabbed him by his arm and dragged him outside towards the main exit of the house.
"Let's go, Shehzad", a familiar word spoke to him.
Very familiar, but he couldn't recall who it belonged to.
"Your hand is bleeding, let's get a bandage", he spoke again.
As soon as they reached the door, a gust of air shook him out of his state of shock. He spotted his car and rushed towards it, yanking his arm out of Aarav's grasp.
"No! You can't drive. It's not safe. Let the driver tak...", he shut the door on Aarav's face and started the car.
Not registering where he was headed to, he drove aimlessly.
It was difficult and unsafe to drive with a foggy vision and a clouded mind, both of which he had, but it didn't bother him.
It was dangerous for those who wanted to be safe- not him. Atleast not tonight.
110, he glanced at his speedometer. Even with his head pounding and his vision clouded with tears of anger, the image of his wife kissing another man was as clear as day in his mind. It was as though the scene kept playing on the car's windshield. He blinked furiously, trying to make sense of where he was going but it wasn't helping at all.
120, he glanced at the speedometer again and slammed the brakes to avoid a pair of headlights ahead of him. Realising that the vehicle was too near, he swerved the car to his right on the pavement. The car stopped and hit something......or someone. He had no idea.
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