This was all I remembered of the night. In fact, it was the last thing I remembered until I woke up in the hospital room when Meher was preparing to leave for the night. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do, well, anything. Meher had also left, so I would have to wait until she returned in the morning to give any sort of impression that I was indeed awake. Recollecting the frenzy of events that had landed me in this soup kicked up a storm in my heart. I could feel a sense of repulsion and anger towards Kavya seething from every pore in my skin, but this was all dwarfed by my desperation to face Meher and let her know that I had not betrayed her trust. I tried to calm my nerves by visualizing the relief which would soon become apparent on Meher's face as she would relax her shoulders and drop the guard. Besides, the fact that Meher had been here by my bedside surely signified something. Did Kavya not say anything to her yet?
While I took the recourse of diving into the empty abyss of my mind to try and discover anything more which could assist me in determining what was going on, a flurry of whispers could be heard outside the room. I couldn't make out what was being said, but did recognise the three distinct voices that were floating in. They were Meher, Kavya and Zafar.