I feel fresh after taking a shower. What time is it now? I grabbed my phone to check and it's nine thirtyyy.
I rushed to the living room to see whether she had arrived or not because she knows the password, so she can enter by herself.
No, she isn't here.
Did she leave after ringing the bell? Or did she sleep and forget to come?
I checked my phone—no missed calls.
I'll just call her.
"The user you have dialed is not answering, please try aga—"
She's not picking up.
Call again.
Still not answering.
Maybe she's on her way and couldn't hear the bell.
Till then I'll go to the mart to buy some juice.
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HER POV
What should I wear??
Dress—no. It's just breakfast.
This—no, too many accessories.
Ughhh. I don't know how many clothes I've tried on.
I glanced at my bed and just the thought of cleaning it scared me.
Okay. I'll wear this red slim top with a skirt.
Skirt? It looks nice, so I'll wear it.
Should I pair it with a shirt? Yes.
I took a white net shirt from this mountain of clothes and paired it with pink sandals with bows.
Pink sandals and red top. Hmm, not a good match.
So I pulled a pink top with a bow from the bucket full of clothes waiting for ironing.
Now I'm good to go.
Thanks to the designer for adding pockets in the skirt. Tada.
I switched off all the lights and locked the door.
I wish I had a door like Mr. Chef's. No key problems—just close the door and be done.
What? The lift is not working.
I have to go down the stairs… in a skirt.
Can't I just pull a stunt like in movies with a rope?
Ahh… I'm tired, but it's only halfway.
Why did I buy a flat on the 20th floor?
Finally. Journey completed.
I took a taxi and headed for a lovely breakfast.
I stepped out of the taxi, and it was nine thirtyy.
He might think I'm such a careless being.
Well, he knows it from the last 10 years.
I tripped a bit because my vision suddenly turned dark.
♪ Tintin Tintin ♪
Who's calling?
Ahh, I can't see—my eyes are blurry… no, the screen is blurry.
I tried to take a few steps but couldn't.
My phone is ringing but I can't pick it up.
An old lady approached me with a water bottle. I took a sip and told her I was alright.
She looked worried, but I told her not to worry.
Am I alright?
I reached his society's gate but my knees collapsed to the floor and everything started turning blurry… then dark.
"Taraa..."
I heard a fading voice… and I know who it is.
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