Miara was lost in thoughts about the certain doctor and the event that took place inside her mother's closet. she sighed hoping those feelings would stay in the closet along with Kabir's sexuality. she placed her right hand over her chest and felt the straight pace of the beating heart, and remembered when it went haywire the moment Ayaan was standing too close to her.
'You like him that much, huh,' is what she thought pretending to be talking to her lost Best Friend.
"We are ready," a voice broke her out of her daydreaming, more like night but who cares.
Miara nodded watching the roads as the cars filled up the empty streets, the view was a killer because she was standing on the rooftop of the fifteenth-floor building, hanging by just the harness.
what a great place to think.
Yash
