Sita
“Sometimes, I’m forced to think you are pregnant.” those words weren’t that loud to my ears but then came the sunlight pouring on my face. Yes, I slept with my face against the window side, but such a sudden embrace of sunshine wasn’t something to write home for.
I didn’t move my eyelids in response to the sudden gush of light on my face, rather, I turned to the other side of the bed, and on opening my eyes, I saw her by my study table. How she managed to move that fast to my study table after moving the curtains and throwing the windows open was such a thing to be wary of.
“Maria.” I cried. “How dare you wicked wench?”
She said nothing. She was probably waiting to have me respond to what she said earlier and not worry about the sunshine on my face.
“Why do you love d
