Swara's POV:
He blackmailed me again. God! Doesn't he have any other work than blackmailing me? I hate him.
He stopped his car in front of his house which looked like a palace. It was huge and beautiful.
"Come," he asked me to follow him.
I followed him. The interiors were breathtaking and exquisite.
He opened a door of a room for me.
"This is your room," he said and went away.
It was warm and stunning. A king sized bed with a white cover and a beige coloured duvet matched the colour of the wallpaper on the side of the headboard. A night lamp stood at each side of the bed, with a vase of white roses on the bedside table. Light beige curtains hung on the left side of the bed. I felt the soft feather cream carpet all over the room under my feet.
I was very tired. My eyes were paining
