Kian’s POV
I was a bit worried when the door didn’t open after the third timeI knocked. So I called her name. I heard nothing from the other side. Before I could knock again with a bit more force. The door opened, a little aggressively. I saw her standing in front of me.
“What were you doing? I was-,” as my eyes observed a bit more she was panting and there was bruise on the side of her lips. I forgot what I was saying.
“Kian,” her voice was breathy and quivery. I didn’t like that. The way my heart thumped like it was coming out of my chest at the sight of her reddened eye due to the pool of tears in there. Her breath hitched again. And the overloading of tears, came out of her eyes. I blinked softly. I took a step forward. I felt her hitting my chest as she shoved her body into me.
