Completely fed up with my new thoughts on how Mr. Kiran, the vampire man whose beetroot threatened to spill out all the time, had been my official lover, I strained to meet the eyes of anybody. Confirmed, however still confused, over how once I had coincidentally suspected Mr. Hanan too the same way, I remained silent.
"Is everything alright?", asked Anita.
I nodded, feeling for her soft hands which came up to mine.
"Did you eat something?"
I nodded, thinking of the stale raw chicken reduced to a thousand pieces so we didn't starve.
"Inayat"
I didn't look up at her, for I felt unheard by everyone.
"Girl...", she hummed, squeezing my fingers.
I broke down.
"This is honestly killing me! This...everything is!"
I shook my head, hoping it all shut down like a virus of a laptop after
