A hand covers her own and she's pulled back into a hard chest.
"Who do you love?"
She lets out a squeak as she feels his hand trail up slowly until it rests against her waist.
"If you don't give me an answer, I'll begin to think that it's me."
He...
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Priyanka wakes up in her room and her head is spinning. She holds her head, groaning in pain and notices the water and the ibuprofen on her bedside. She thanks whoever put that on her side table in her head before swallowing the pill and drinking the water. It seemed that she had completely blacked out last night.
But the person who brought her here last night, they took care of her quite well. They made sure that she wasn't cold, took off her bangles and her flats. While she's in thought, she suddenly has a flashback of her stumbling around with a guy and throwing up on the floor.
Priyanka gasps, clutching her head. "I couldn't have. I made a mess, didn't I?"
She falls back into her bed and screams into her pillow then gets up. "Who was it? Karan or Ankit?"
The thought that it was Ankit made her want to hide in her room in embarrassment. How could she ever face him after being so shit-faced? She didn't even know what she did after that. How she troubled him. She couldn't remember anything.
When she heard a knock on her door, she quickly lied down and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Go away, go away, go away, she thought.
But the doorknob turned and Priyanka held her breathe.
"Beta? Are you awake right now?"
Priyanka gets up when she hears her mom's voice. She seems to be an emotional mess so Priyanka pats on her bed. "I'm awake."
"I was just thinking that I had you two and then your brother is getting married. One day you'll get married and go and then the house will be empty without the two of you." Her mother's face crumbled at the thought but then a smile appeared on her face. "But I can't wait to see you in your wedding dress. A mom's dream come true, to see her daughter get married and happy in her home."
"Mumma, I'm not going anywhere yet." Priyanka said. There was so much, she wasn't even sure about the thing with Ankit. Thinking of Ankit made her blush.
"Oh what was that? My daughter is blushing. Why are you blushing?" Her mom tilted her chin, inspecting her causing her to blush more. Priyanka shook her head out of her mom's grasp and shook her head immediately.
"No guy."
"Are you sure? When I was your age I met your papa and -"
Priyanka was always close to her mom. So when her mom clasped her hand and told her to be open with her, she gave in.
"I do like someone."
A bright smile spread on her mom's face. "I know."
"You know?"
"You're my daughter. I know. I just wanted you to accept it in front of me." With the way Priyanka's mom was looking at her, Priyanka knew that she probably even knew the boy that she liked.
