ZAYAN’S POV:
I was trembling and shaking by the sight in front of me. The broom closet was quite small and it could hardly fit a person in it. There were shelves at the back with different cleaning products on them and on the right side there was a small cupboard having brooms and mops in it. I was trying to scare her but the one who got scared at the end was none other than me.
She was lying unconscious, with her upper half body on the shelf and the other half on the floor. Her back was covered with sweat and even if I couldn’t see her face clearly, I knew her head might be bruised. I couldn’t even move a muscle, to just turn her over and see her face. She was so precious and valuable. I ruined her.
I slowly made my way to her and with sweaty hands turned her over slightly. Her orang
