Ruhani's pov
I was sleeping, but not as deep that I would miss the creek of the door as quiet footfalls entered the room. And with it the smell of cigars and alcohol hit me hard. I watched as he made his way to the bed. I sat up in bed and pushed the button for the night lamp, illuminating the room in a soft, warm glow. I knew what he was about to say, I tapped the screen of my phone to check the time, it was almost two in the morning. Maybe because of the medication I had slept so much.
He said coldly, "You are awake. Did I wake you?''
I shrugged and asked my own question, " It's late, where have you been?"
We were not as polite with each other as we were till yesterday, is it because of Arsal? I squashed this thought immediately, I won't let anything or anyone come between me and m
