I woke up to Ansh sitting beside me. I lied under the comforter, Ansh's hand was on my forehead. His legs under the same comforter. My jacket was thrown on the ground and the top three buttons of my shirt were unbuttoned. The glass pieces of the broken bottle were kept in a corner. The bathroom towels were lying on the ground soaked in the red wine. I looked at Ansh. His eyes were closed. His face looked tired. He looked tensed but still he looked beautiful. His lips were quite chapped but still they drew me towards them. I lifted my body slowly and reached for his lips.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked softy. I was startled.
"Yeah...I am fine now." I tried to act cool, "You stayed!"
"I need my answers..." He coughed, "If you remain silent still...I'll be leaving then." He sto
