The Past : Part 1

Chapter 2 'Morning Conversation'

Well when you drink all night to forget all your problems, you wake up with only one thing in the morning. And that is a 'pathetic' hangover. As soon as I woke up I could feel lots of elephants running around in my head. My head was spinning and all I  wanted to do was throw up. I looked around for a bathroom. But my eyesight was dizzy and I couldn't see anything clearly.

'Washroom's that way.' The stranger said pointing to the right.

'You sacred me to death.' I said making my way towards the bathroom.

'Yeah sorry for that.' He said and I knew he was not at all sorry. In fact he was enjoying this.

I narrowed my eyes at him and entered the bathroom. As soon as I was inside I couldn't hold it any longer and threw up emptying the contents of my stomach. I hated being sick. And I hated being sick in a stranger's house even more. I quickly cleaned myself up and went back into the room. The stranger was placing breakfast on the side table. Was this for real and why was he helping me ? I was really confused.

'I got you breakfast. I hope you're fine now ? Anyways I got you this medicine. This will help you with the headache.' He said placing the medicine on the breakfast try.

'I don't think I'll be needing that. I was just leaving.' I said and was about to make my way to the door when he stopped me.

'You're not going anywhere. I don't think you feel alright. I saw you last night and I can definitely say that you're not doing well right now.' He said looking really serious.

'Look I appreciate what you did last night but now I am totally fine. So don't worry about me.' I said.

'At least have breakfast. That way I'll know that you'll not end up lying unconscious anywhere on the road.' I could could see the hope in his eyes.

'Ok fine. I'll eat.' And I couldn't believe myself. Did I just agreed to Mr. Stranger's stupid wish. I was losing my mind. I had to leave. My parents must be worrying about me (at least I hope so!). Why the hell didn't I declined his offer.

'Are going to eat or just look at the breakfast as if it's your enemy.' He asked.

'I was about to eat.' With that I started digging at the eggs and toast. It was delicious. I must say wherever he got that from, it must've been selling great. I stopped thinking about how good the food was and tried to finish it as soon as I could.

'Seriously the food is not running away, you can eat with ease.' He advised.

'I know but I have to leave. I am getting late.' I told him.

'And here I thought we'll chat a bit and get to know each other.' I looked at him and he was smirking.

'Sorry but I don't talk to strangers.' I stated the obvious.

'Oh right. You don't talk to strangers but do spend the night in their home when you're drunk and then the very next morning you eat breakfast that is prepared by that very same stranger.' He said raising an eyebrow.

'You made this delicious thing.'

'What?' What? Did I just said that out aloud. 'Well at least I know you liked my food.' He said smirking.

'I.....yes It's tastes fine.' I said not wanting to accept that I liked it.

'Fine? Just now you admitted that the food was delicious and from the way you ate it I am definite that you liked it.' And he was smiling again.

'Fine. I accept it. The food was delicious and you are a great cook. Now can I leave. Please?' I said emphasising each and every word.

'After this confession I should allow you to leave but I'm afraid I can't.' He said.

'Why the hell not? I asked.

'Because I want to know more about you. Since last night you went to the bar to solve this problem with your family by drinking yourself into oblivion, I knew I had to know you.'

I looked up at him. Whatever he said right now, I know only mad people do it. Why would he want to know me just because I wanted to drink the night away in a bar.

'You Must be thinking that I'm mad.' He said nervously.

'That you observed correctly.' I said.

'Well here's the thing. I am a counsellor.'

'And?'

'I can help you. You know with your problems.'

'Thanks for offering but I must tell you I am not interested in taking your help.'

'I think you might need my help. After seeing your condition last night I knew you had serious issues.'

He was right about me having serious issues but I was not going to accept it in front of him.

'I think it's you who have serious issues. And I don't need your help.'

'You're in denial.'

'I'll tell you what I am in. I'm in no mood to listen to your nonsense. You may be a counsellor but I do not think that I need your help. So once again thank you for last night but now I have to leave.' With that I started to leave but he stopped me again.

'Fine if that's what you feel but just think about it when you can.'

'Whatever' and I turned around to leave.

'At least tell me your name. I think I deserve that much.' He said behind my back.

'Destiny.' With that I closed the door and ran out of that place without giving him a chance to stop me again.

He knew my name. Well at least he thought he knew my name. I couldn't have told him who I was or what I did. But at least he has a name from which he can remember me from. What was wrong with me, why would I ever want him to remember me. It could have been dangerous for me to know strangers like him. But was the counsellor really a threat for me?

With that question in mind I took a train to my place. I just wanted to forget about what happened and get back to my work. I hope I can do that. But if Destiny forces us to meet again I don't know what I am going to do.

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So this is where we get to know minor details about both the characters. Though who they are will be revealed in later chapters. Is 'Destiny' really her name? Why is she afraid? Is the counsellor aka stranger really a good guy? Are they going to meet again? These and many more questions will be answered later.

Till then those who are reading the story just hang on and I hope you guys will enjoy it.

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