At night
Jiya was standing in front of the mirror in her room, brushing through her long silky wet hair, thinking about Ivan when she heard a sound from the window. She took small steps towards the window, from where the noise seemed to be coming from. Her grip tightened on the comb that she was using a while ago. She took a long deep breath and opened the curtains. She saw a familiar pair of hands on the window sill, he was trying to push himself up. She couldn't see his face but she sighed in relief, capable of recognizing those pairs of hand amidst thousands. Realizing that he was hanging on the window, she wrapped her hands around his and pulled him. With her help and with his struggle he finally climbed up.
"Ivan what are you doing here?" Jiya asked in a panic tone.
He dusted his s
