Neha
Sunlight poured in through the white curtains. I couldn’t helo but groan—complaining the light was too bright, yet nobody was there to hear my call of distress.
Ilyas was not here.
I pouted.
There was still sleep in my eyes. I tried to rub it away, but no luck. And why do I blame myself for not waking up fresh when I stay up till midnight for literally no reason?
Events from last night opened like a flower inside my mind. The face of Aarib flashed through my eyes and gone was any trace of smile on my face. That wasn’t the Aarib I knew—he was not wary, dull, reserved like this. He was always this arrogant boy with attitude issues.
Yesterday, I didn’t see that Aarib.
But why am I pondering over this? I had to remind myself that he was the reason I had to leave my house. When
