Sakshi
I am exhausted when we land in India after completing a bittersweet holiday. It's bittersweet, at least for me, since everything went downhill from Barbados thanks to Armaan revealing his true intentions.
I breathe in the homley air of India again, feeling at peace. I end up dozing off during the ride back home. I hear a soft voice waking me up when the engine stops, but it lulls me more to sleep because of how gentle it is.
I turn around in the cosy warmth of the car seat, eager to sleep more. The soft voice sighs, and then I begin feeling a sudden loss of warmth. Air fills the space that was warming me before, and my centre of mass also starts to shift, making me realise that someone is picking me up.
My eyes fly open, and I come across an 'equally tired but still looking fres
