“Perhaps my fault is that I believe, even when it’s nothing but an elaborate lie fixated by multiple layers of pretense.”
-Neha M.
It had gotten dark, and extremely cold when I regained my consciousness. But, I was somehow warm. My head was resting on somebody’s chest. Stunned, I moved aside, and looked at the person on whom I was latching. As I looked at his face, my fears crept back to me.
With my hands covering my open mouth, I yelped, “A ... Adonis?”
Due to my shriek, he woke up and looked at me with baffled eyes. After grabbing his head with his hand, he spoke, “Were am I?”
I stood and stepped back a little, scared that he might hurt me. In that very juncture, I looked around and realised we were in some sort of a den
