Promised Love

23. Just One Night

This chapter is dedicated to anju_anju for showing so much love on this book 🥰

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I try to call Abhimanyu's phone for the thirteenth time in the last three hours but he doesn't pick up. Again.

"Arghhh" I growl in frustration. It's past ten o'clock at night and there is still not a word from Abhimanyu. I haven't seen him since he dropped me off at the office and left urgently, he hadn't returned to office from wherever he went all day and even dad was concerned when he didn't pick up anyone's calls.

By the time seven had rolled by some people had started leaving for home and most of the office started clearing out by eight but even then there was no news of Abhimanyu. Dad had suggested that I drive back home with him. But I had a little work left and I decided to stay back and finish that up and told dad that I'll catch a ride with Abhimanyu whenever he comes. I mentally chastise myself at my stupidity.

I should've known better than to wait for him. He might as well be spending some romantic time with that Shanaya for all I know. But a small part of my brain alarms that he could be in trouble. I brush the thought away, Abhimanyu is a grown man and he is capable of taking care of himself. I should book a cab home and leave office instead of waiting on him. Besides today was the day we were going to break the news of the divorce on our parents and he has gone MIA on me, that means we'll have to postpone this again.

I shut off my laptop and clear my desk putting all the papers and files into the drawer. The sound of the closing of the drawer echoes across the building's silent and empty halls since no one is here except me and the cleaning staff. I click on the uber app but just then a call notification pops up. It's Abhimanyu. Without wasting a second I pick it up.

"Abhimanyu?" I yell, "Where the hell have you been? I called you so many times!" After I scold him, I wait, expecting a retort. But instead, he laughs. He fricking laughs. As if any of this is funny.

"Care to explain why you are laughing right now?" I ask dryly. He hiccups and chuckles.

"Sorrryyy" he draws the word out. This doesn't sound like him at all.

"Abhimanyu are you drunk?" I ask fully suspicious. Nothing else can explain his behaviour.

He hiccups again. "Yupp" he pops the p. "I...can't drive and this bartender has cut my drinks off. She says if I drink anymore then I'll wake up on a beach tomorrow. But she is stupid, there are no beaches in Jaipur." He slurs. I would laugh right now if I didn't have a million things to worry about.

I'm pretty sure that bartender very well knew there are no beaches in Jaipur when she said he'll wake up on a beach. And I full well agree with her, he sounds drunk off his ass and anymore drinking would have him shipped off to Sri Lanka and he wouldn't even know how he reached there.

"Abhimanyu I need you tell me where you are right now...I am coming to get you okay?"

He laughs again. "You" hiccup "you are coming to save me?"

I roll my eyes. A drunk Abhimanyu is insufferable. "Yeah yeah...just tell me where you are?"

There's a pause on the other line and I can hear some muffled voices. "It's a place called "Drunkyard" " he says and I frown. Well whatever, the name is fitting.

A muffled voice from the other side says something to Abhimanyu and he snickers sheepishly. "Sorry Saanvi. This place is called ju- junk-" he tries. I don't blame him, with the amount of alcohol he has consumed it's obvious he'll have issues pronouncing.