The dark, gloomy room was illuminated as the sunrays came cutting through the curtains. They fell on Yuvaan's skin, making him move with irritation. His hand hit an empty glass of alcohol, causing it to shatter under the force. He winced as something pierced his skin, but it didn't hurt much, and he was safe from getting injured.

He pushed himself up and sat on the floor, resting his head in his palm and squeezing both sides of his temples with his hands. His head felt heavy, and he was experiencing pain. Once again, the same thing had happened. He had drunk too much, and it had affected him badly.