from previous--

wajahat  was  left  alone, the  guests  had  left  one  by  one, the  mansion was  lit  up  like  a  huge  jewel, it  was  his  wedding  day, he saw  off  all his  guests  who  walked  off  drunkanly , wajahat  also  was  feeling drunk, he  did  not  dring  even a  drop of  it, he  had  not  tasted  even a  drop  of  it, but  he  behaved  like  a  drunk man  whose  drink  hits  his  head, he  entered   his  room , the  floor  was  decorated  from the  door  to  his  bed  with  rose  petals  , like  a  red  floral  carpet. scented  , the  scent  so  strong  that  again  hit  his  mind , he  walked  drunkanly