Ah, my head is killing me. With my head in my hands, I open my eyes. It’s dark. Where am I?
I look for my cell phone in my jeans pocket but find it on the table near the sofa I slept in. There are a dozen missed calls, ten of them are from Mishti. Wtf? Why was she calling me?
There’s a w******p message from Shivam.
Shivam: Talk to her, asshole.
I turn my head, and my eyes land on the kitchen table behind the couch. f**k! This isn’t Shivam’s house.
No! I’ll kill Shivam. I’ve to leave this house. Now.
I get up with a jerk and almost fall face first, as my legs tangle in the blanket. Using the table for support, I wrestle with the sheet to free my leg.
Stumbling to the door, I turn the locks haphazardly. It doesn’t give. There are two locks on the door. I turn the latch on both of them
