The next day Simmi woke up late with a terrible hangover and faint memory of the day before and same goes with her friends. All of them have severe headache.
‘What the heck, my head will burst at any moment and I feel like Hitler, sent home me,’ Simmi thought while keeping the icepack on her head.
The next moment, she laughed at her silly thoughts. Seems like I am hallucinating things. How could that be possible? Hitler doesn’t have so much time to waste on a mere intern that too whom he hates to the bones.’
‘I should drink less, seems like I couldn’t hold my liquor as I used to during college days. Ahh, this internship is killing me.’ Simmi thought with a pout and once again Samrat’s dashing face spun around her eyes.
“Oh god, why am I thinking about him, and why the hell am I feeling
