'You see, we're attracted to the wrong things,
And then we cry about the trouble it brings.'
─Muslim Belal.
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AYRA
I stretch my arms, yawning. A smile takes over my face and when I turn my gaze towards Rohaan . . . the smile falls off of my face.
Oh God! He’s awake.
And he is not acting like I expected him to. Last night, I knew that even though he’d let me in a bit, he wouldn’t completely change. So, I half expected Rohaan to be mean in the morning or be his usual arrogant self after . . . everything that happened.
But he’s just openly staring at me; a small smile playing at his lips. I feel heat creep into my cheeks.
“Are you okay?” he asks on a grin, arm moving to rest beneath his head on the pillow.
Come on, lady. Summon up some words.
“You’re very chatty all of a sudd
