" Some stories are
Written with pen
Where some stories
Are written with pain "
Shayra's P. O. V.
Yash entered the room as kept staring at me as I continued my fight with the hair dryer.
I heard him chuckle as he stood in front of me with a smile.
" what are you smiling at? " I asked as his grin widened Only.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I continued to dry my hair well let's say continued to try dry my hair.
Yash took the hair dryer from my hand as I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
He chuckled again " you know your fight with hair dryer is making me remember the day when you barged inside the washroom " he said as u also chuckled.
Do not blame me I was not expecting him to stand half naked in the washroom when I entered and the first thing that came in my mind i
