Arunima was sitting on the sofa at her home. She looked at Neeraj, Julie and Rosie standing before her with surprise. Her head was splitting with pain and she couldn't remember anything. She looked at Neeraj in bewilderment; he was holding out a medicine and saying, “Ma’am, please take this — it will cure your hangover.”
Arunima could not remember anything. Then her eyes went to her hand. Her hand was bruised and red with finger marks. There were deep finger imprints on her wrist. And this sari was not the same one she had worn last night. She had worn her sari neatly the previous night, but now it was dishevelled and merely draped awkwardly over her body. Suddenly Arunima’s heart began to race and she looked at those people in fear.
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