The next day, Night @ 11 PM
I was swamped by 20 missed calls from Kol—still can't believe he literally called within every 45 minutes—12 missed calls from Inderjit, 5 missed calls from Pepper, and 3 from Tony. However, at the end of the day, I didn't reply to any of them.
In clear words, I was too embarrassed and depressed to talk to anyone. I mean, how can I even consider fighting a massive conspiracy and solving a murder mystery as if I'm the female lead in a thriller novel, whereas I'm nothing but a normal girl who will soon be unable to afford two meals a day.
I literally spent my entire Sunday lying silently on my bed inside my dark and depressed bedroom.
Now that I've no tears to shed, no hope to pray, no possibilities to check and no sleep to close my eyes, I scrolled through
