Anjali
“Ahh, my head,” I hold my head, as I get up from the bed.
My head hurts like hell.
‘You i***t, why did you drink so much yesterday,’ I scold myself.
I look around, realising that this isn’t my room. I see the clothes I wore yesterday. My eyes continue to wander around the room, stopping on a framed photo of Aarav’s family, so I am most likely in his room.
Oh God, what will they think of me, if they come to know their future daughter-in-law is in their house and has already been in their son’s room?
I hear the door opening, and I look up to see Aarav.
“Good morning chiku,” he says.
No, it’s actually a bad morning.
He places the tray on the nightstand and sits before me.
“What happened?” he asks.
“Why am I at your house?”
“It’s not my home, it’s our farmhouse,” he answers,
