----Shehry's POV ---
Several days later
Kaha margi yeh larki?
My phone started ringing and I went to get it.
Unknown number calling.
Out of no where I started to feel scared.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi. I'm here with your wife. She's way too drunk to drive, I would suggest you come and get it her. It's much safer than getting her a cab this late," he said.
"I'm fine," I heard her say.
Yep. She's drunk.
She freaking promised she wouldn't even look at a bottle again.
"I think she's had WAY too much," I said.
"She has! She can't even stand," he said.
"Okay. I'm coming. Can you at least tell..."I was saying that I was interuppted by him.
"HEY!!! GET UP!!!!" He started yelling.
"Woah! What the hell happen?" I asked.
"I don't know. She just felt unconscious," he said.
"I'm coming. Don't f*ckin touch her," I said.
"If I wanted to do anything, I would have been long gone and I would not have called you," he said.
Guys got a point.
I got the information as to where he was and immediately left.
I didn't even stop to ask myself why I was doing this.
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Broken
FanfictionShe was full of broken things. They were scattered in her mind and in her heart. She often wondered if there was someone who had the strength and the patience to fix her.
