Swatis pov
I clean the mess made by my spilling coffee all over the kitchen. While wiping out the counter completely zoned out in Dhruv's thoughts, I feel a sharp pain like something living through my palm that brings me back to reality. I see a tiny glass piece pierced through my palm, making a good amount of blood ooze out of my palm. I stand and run cold water on the fresh wound to bring down the pain and stop the bleeding. Once the wound is clean I walk towards the spice rack and put some turmeric powder on it which makes me hiss in pain. I press on the wound with my other hand flattening the mound of turmeric over the cut. Turmeric is antiseptic and the best on-hand solution for my mom for such small kitchen disasters.
Walking out of the Kitchen I try pulling out some drawers to fi
