****Flashback continues*****
Namrata's POV
I am standing in the kitchen making pasta for him. After 6 months I am cooking for him. Otherwise he would be the one to do that. He never allows me in the kitchen because he loves cooking for me. I love his food as well. He is like the most caring person in my life after my family.
But I don't know how long he would be with me. I don't know how he would react? How would he take the news? I don't know anything.
Finally, the food is ready. I decided to freshen up and call him. I went to his room and used the washroom. But as soon as I entered the drawing room again I was sweating with fear. The whole room was dark and nothing was visible except the light coming out of the window.
This is not the first time I am standing in this dark enviro
