Calamity

Sushant groaned as he opened his eyes.

The light was too bright and his head pounded mercilessly. Slowly his eyes adjusted and he cursed himself for drinking over limits the previous night.

He considered going back to sleep and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

And he froze.

His body faced an obstruction in the form of human flesh.... a sleeping woman?

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

Sushant sprang on his feet and quickly looked at the bedside mirror.

Saved.

He slept in his suit, even the tie was hanging from his neck.

Relieved, he looked at the sleeping woman, er, girl again. She would be around twenty. Good looking, may be. But that barely mattered to Sushant. He loathed the opposite sex. Absolutely loathed them.

He wanted to throw that woman out of his room. But he was reluctant to touch her.

Finally he hold his water bottle and splashed some water on the girl....

WAKE UP WEIRDO. GET OUT. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AT MY ROOM?

The sleepy girl pulled herself up. She looked equally confused.

"I am sorry..... I .... I really dont know why am I.... Oh no... Oh no... you are Sushant Saxena... Oh my gawwwwwd.... You are..... "

Sushant was exasperated.

Another fan girl....

GET OUT BEFORE I KICK YOU OUT.

The girl hurried out, half crawling and half running.

"Damn it.... this is too much", thought Sushant as he locked the door and started changing the previous night's clothes.

He didn't even answer women reporters, forget dating or talking to women. And here he was walking up with a woman in his bed. He didn't sleep with her in sense of any terms but why was she even here?

And considering it was his house and the party was given by his brother, Sushant could guess the reason for her presence. But one thing just didn't add up, why was she in his bed?

Pondering he headed downstairs with a throbbing headache.... he needed answers and he needed painkillers...

Damn it.