Mending Her

Chapter-18

Nyla’s P.O.V.

I wake up with a severe headache.

My head is pounding as it will burst anytime.

I open my eyes to close it again as sudden sunlight blinds my eyes.

Did I forget to close the curtain last night? But I never forget it.

I again try to open my eyes, and after some time, I succeed in it.

I look around to find the room unfamiliar. This is not my room’s not Lily’s too.

Then where am I?

I became shocked and look at my clothes and they are also not mine.

I am wearing a shirt and this is a men’s shirt.

But whose? What I am doing in this shirt.

I try to remember, but I can’t remember anything.

Last night I was in a bar at Sid’s party and last I remember I was sitting in a corner and enjoying my drink.

Then a p*****t tried to hit on me.

Then I resisted and he leave from there.

But then what I am doing here? Did something happen last night?

Did he d**g me and did something wrong with me?

Otherwise, nothing can describe why I am here in an unfamiliar room and wearing a man’s shirt.

I panic and quickly try to get up, but then I remember I am only wearing a shirt and nothing else below.

Where are my undergarments?

I can’t come out like this.

When I was thinking about what to do, I see the door get open.

I hide my body in a blanket to my forehead and peek from it.

then I see Rehan enter the room.

I sigh in relief. It’s not that p*****t.

But what I am doing here with him in such a cloth.

“You wake up?” he asks and passes me a glass of juice and aspirin.

“Take them you will feel better.” He said and sit on the bed.

I take the juice and swallow the pill.

“What I am doing here?” I ask scared of what has happened last night.

“You remember nothing?” He asks, and I shake my hand. My heart is pounding as it will come out of my chest.

But the answer didn’t come.

“I have brought some clothes for you. You change and come out. We will talk after that,” he says and leaves handing me a bag.

I quickly get up and lock the door and change into the clothes he had to bring for me.

I was desperate to know the answer, but not so desperate to come out like this in front of him.

It’s a light yellow color dress.

Though I don’t like these bright colors, this dress is looking nice to me.

The most important thing is he had brought me underwear and the clothes are perfect for my size.

How did he know my size?

I go out and he was sitting at his dining table and there is breakfast for both of us.

“Come have breakfast,” he says and started to eat.

I also started to eat as I am hungry too.

After I finish my breakfast, I sit there confused about how to ask him what has happened.

But I have to ask otherwise it will kill me.

When I was changing, still, I find nothing abnormal in my body and I know nothing must have happened last night.

But still, I want to know why I was in his clothes.

“Rehan... Why I am here... With you?” I ask anxiously.

“Last night, someone drugged. So I bring you here,” he says.

“Who?” I ask. Though I know who it can be.

“I don’t know. But you remember someone tried to talk with you in the bar?” I nod my head. But how did he know? He was watching me from upstairs.

That’s why I was feeling someone’s gaze but I find no one when I try to search.

“He may have mixed something in your drink.” I gasp.

I was right. It was that p*****t.

“But why I am here and in a shirt...my clothes...” I try to say but don’t know how to ask him that.

“I had given you a cold shower to lessen the effect of the d**g. Your clothes are all wet, so I have to change your clothes,” he says simply.

“You changed my clothes?” I ask shocked.

“I didn’t want to, but you insisted and no one was here.” He says but looks panicked seeing my shocked expression.

“Are you crazy? So what no one was here? How can you change my clothes? You...pervert...how can you.” I became so angry that I snap at him and tear roll down my eyes.

“Nyla listen...” he tried to make me calm, but I can’t.

“No, you listen. What do you think I am? I may be not as rich as you. But I am not some random girl who will sleep with anyone. I thought you are a good guy. But I was so wrong. You all men are the same.” I say and get up.

I leave his house angrily.

I am thankful that he saved me but how can he change my clothes.

I don’t know what has he done with me.

I am such a fool.

How can I trust someone after all the things that happened to me?

I take a taxi and go back to my house.

After I enter my house, I lock my door and start to cry.

I don’t know why I feel like crying.

Maybe because I expected he will not like others.

At least he will respect me. Don’t know why.

I heard my doorbell ring and compose myself, then open my door.

Lily was standing there.

Then I remember I promised Lily that I will go to her wedding shopping “what happened? Are you crying?” she asks after she enter my house.

I hug her and start to cry.

“what happened? Tell me, Nyla. You are making me worried.” She says. After I cried my hurt out, I take her hand and we sit on the couch.

“Will you tell me now what happened?” she asks and wipe my tears.

“Rehan...” I try to say but sob.

“What Rehan?” She asks confused.

Then I tell her everything.

“Are you sure he has done anything wrong? I mean I know when you drink you became a different person.” She says, and I look at her with an accusing gaze.

“Are you crazy? He admitted it himself,” I say.

“Ok. So he changed your clothes, but you slept in a separate bed?” She asks and I nod.

“He didn’t even touch you?” She asks again.

“he changed my clothes. What do you think is it possible that he didn’t touch me?” I ask angrily.

“Nyla you were drugged, wet. It was an emergency to take off your clothes.” She says.

“But. he shouldn’t have done this. I mean...” I feel molested.

“I understand. It is tough for you. But don’t judge someone by what you think. He was alone with you. You were drugged and if he had done something you wouldn’t even oppose it then. But he didn’t. It proves that he is not bad.” she tries to make me understand.

“But Lily...” I try to object, but she shakes her head.

“I understand. It is not simple for you. But don’t misunderstand him. You didn’t even let him explain.” She says.

“There is nothing to explain,” I say, and she stops.

He changed my clothes, and it’s a big issue.

No explanation can make it right.