Morning arrived quietly.
Rohit opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a few seconds before reality hit him. A faint dizziness lingered behind his eyes. He frowned.
'Strange.. I didnt drank that much.' Rohit thought as she sat up on bed.'Dont tell me this body alcohol limit is shit just like its tolerance for cigarettes.'
He glanced around the room and finally realized where he was. Arya's room. But she wasn't there anymore.
Then came the memories. Sheela on the dance floor. The staircase. The bar counter, Pankaj going down, Asim crawling. The motel room. Vijay and the flower vase.
Rohit let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
"Shit… I went way too overboard," he muttered. "I hope none of them open their mouths. The last thing I need right now is dealing with the aftermath."
