NEHA
The big moment is here. I don’t know if it’s just me, or if Ilyas is also a bit nervous. He had no idea what my hair look like, and never have I ever described to him before.
He flopped on the sofa in the lounge, loosening his tie, and taking his shoes off.
“You hungry?” he asked, looking up at me. The under eye purple bags shouted LACK OF SLEEP. At least he didn’t doze off on the stage.
Still standing, I let my hand roam my head for the scarf pins I need to take off. His head falls back, and he closes his eyes. I almost laughed at how quickly he was falling asleep.
“Don’t sleep just yet! I am hungry,” I pouted. Collecting the scarf in my hands, I hurled it at him with much force. It landed on top of his face.
I chuckled wickedly.
He groaned, throwing the scarf back at me. I
