His adrenaline reached its peak as soon as he placed his foot in that room. The room was dim-lit. His heartbeat was replicating the loud thumping of the music.

He was fond of this place, to say the least. It didn't matter to him that it was forbidden, it didn't matter to him that this place smelt awful.

He just wanted to lose himself in that moment, he just wanted to throw himself away from his past, his present. The dark-colored liquid swirled in his glass and he gulped it down without wasting any minute.

His throat burned with the bitterness and he smiled feeling it. He was now moving towards the dance floor, taking a gulp from the bottle in his hand every now and then.

Many bodies crushed with him but he was in his own world. His world from where he never wanted to return.

******

She whimpered as her spouse slapped hard across her face once again. She was now lying on the ground and her husband was kicking her furiously, away from his senses.

It was her life, her routine. Waiting for her husband to come home and then waiting to get beaten up by him due to the mistakes she didn't know she did.

She muffled her cries with the back of her hand so as to not wake up her sleeping kid.

With many efforts, she got up when she heard faint snoring of her husband echoing in the room. Slowly, she removed the shoes from his feet and adjusted the duvet properly on him.

She never hated him and would never hate him. He was her husband and she would try everything to guide him to the right path.