Swati's POV -
Crying my eyes out in the car I am unable to comprehend what to do, or whom to call and surprised by my own behaviour I fish out my cell phone from my bag and dail Dhruv's number waiting for him to receive my call. It's late at night here in India so it would be around, late evening in Berlin. I wait for his calls rubbing off the stray tears with the back of my hand, tears that have been constantly flowing down my face and finally, he picks up my call being happy and laughing with a bunch of his friends. Where is he? I feel a pang of pain in my chest listening to his cheerful voice while I am here being miserable. Maybe I should have just not called him, maybe I am the one who is drawing the darker curtains in his sunny-lit life. While my mind is occupied with a self loath t
