Brinda's P.O.V
I kept rolling on the bed while my legs tangled in the sheets as I twisted again, heart pounding. Every minute that passed felt like a countdown to regret.
I stretched my hand to the side table to grab my phone while looking for the music that suits my mood “The haunting melody filled the room, and I felt my chest slowly rise and fall, syncing with each gentle beat. My eyes fluttered closed — finally, peace.
As I kept on singing to the lyrics, I noticed a loud bang on my door and was wondering who would want to disrupt my quiet time.
Removing my EarPods, I heard Jason constantly banging on my door demanding I should open it immediately. Jason pounded the door like a toddler denied candy. His voice rose, petulant and sharp, making me yank out my EarPods with a groan.
