Ahana POV
I woke up when I feel like throwing up. I sat up but saw that ayaan hand was on my stomach.
He is looking so handsome in the morning but I don't have the time to admire him.
I removed his hand and ran toward the bathroom. I knelt in front of the toilet and threw up.
I hate it. I felt a hand rubbing on my back and the other one held my hair.
After pulling I don't think I have any energy to do anything. I leaned back on him.
He wiped the sweat from my forehead and kissed my temple. I heaved a sigh in relief.
After five minutes, I stood up from his help and brushed my teeth two times to get rid of the bad taste.
I turned toward him and saw that he was looking at me in concern and said "you don't have to go back to college. You are looking sick and tired"
I sighed and said
