----Shehry's POV ---

Several days later

Kaha margi yeh larki?

My phone started ringing and I went to get it.

Unknown number calling.

Out of no where I started to feel scared.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi. I'm here with your wife. She's way too drunk to drive, I would suggest you come and get it her. It's much safer than getting her a cab this late," he said.

"I'm fine," I heard her say.

Yep. She's drunk.

She freaking promised she wouldn't even look at a bottle again.

"I think she's had WAY too much," I said.

"She has! She can't even stand," he said.

"Okay. I'm coming. Can you at least tell..."I was saying that I was interuppted by him.

"HEY!!! GET UP!!!!" He started yelling.

"Woah! What the hell happen?" I asked.

"I don't know. She just felt unconscious," he said.

"I'm coming. Don't f*ckin touch her," I said.

"If I wanted to do anything, I would have been long gone and I would not have called you," he said.

Guys got a point.

I got the information as to where he was and immediately left.

I didn't even stop to ask myself why I was doing this.