Jai Dixit woke to the headache from hell. It was as though a whole orchestra had taken up residence in his frontal lobes, and a team of dancers were leaping around to the strains of Dhoom machele.
Wishing fervently that he had not had that last beer the previous night. Jai cautiously opened an eye.
Damn.
He sat up.
The room was entirely unfamiliar. In fact, it didn't seem to be a room in a house. His house, but right then he would settle for any house. This room was more industrial.
He was lying on a narrow bed. In a small, dark windowless room, with only a door. No sign of house, or wife, or...Ali.
Jai shook his head, trying to drag his scrambled brains together. The night before he had gone out drinking with Ali. They had said goodnight to each other at Ali's front door, Jai declined to come in for a night cap. Seeing Ali with Monali, witnessing their peculiar mixed language relationship always made Jai's head hurt. So he'd bid his junior good night... and then what...
Vague memories of his own front door. In darkness. Which was odd, because he had fixed the porch light only the night before. He reached for the key and...
BOOM.
Jai groaned. He had no idea where he was, and possibly his only hope was Ali.
AAARRRGGGGGHHHH!
He was doomed. He knew it.
