NEHA
Bright light poured through the curtains straight into my eyes. Ugh, too bright! I threw my arm across my eyes to block it away.
The first thing that I am aware of is the excessive heat trapped inside me. It’s like I was wearing a fuzzy jacket in the month of july back in Pakistan, where the temperature could reach 40 degrees Celsius, which according to me is pretty hot.
I sat up, untied the knot at my waist and yanked off the robe my body was covered in. I smelled just as bad as I probably looked. My whole body was sweating as if I was standing outside at midday.
“Neha? Hey, what’s wrong?” said a male voice groggily, making me shoot to my feet in horror.
What was this man doing inside my room! Where is Noor!
My breathing slowed down when I remembered I was MARRIED and this
