"𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts give rise to the most devastating storie...
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I woke up when I heard someone shouting near my ears. I closed my eyes tightly and attempted to sleep again, but someone was preventing me from sleeping.
I sat on the bed and yelled at the shouting person: "Why the hell are you screaming so early in the morning? Can't you see that someone is sleeping here?" I asked, but my eyes remained closed.
"This is my house, my room, and you are sleeping on my bed, so if you have any problems, just get off my bed and get out of my house," someone yelled in a nasty tone, and my eyes startled wide when I recognized the voice.
That guy happened to be VIDYUT RUDE AGARWAL. I looked at him only to find him--wait, what?
He was standing on his towel, almost completely naked. My eyes expanded and I yelled.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..................." I screamed and wrapped the comforter about my head.
"What the hell is wrong is you?" He barked and took off the comforter off my head. When I looked at him, he was standing close to me.
"You are... you are naked," I muttered as I looked to the right.
"I'm not naked!" This is not called nakedness; I am wearing a towel. Are you really blind? Do you have specifications? Can't you see properly?" He stated and asked me absurd questions. I turned my head towards him and got down on my knees.
"I am not blind, and I do not wear glasses. My vision is really good. And, while I realize you are not naked, you are only wearing a towel. And Mr. Vidyut Agarwal, you can't just go around wearing a towel," I added, pointing my index fingers at him.
"And why can't I roam here and there wearing a towel and that too in my house?" He asked me a question back.
Seriously? Is he dumb?
"Because, Mr. Vidyut Agarwal, you currently have a girl in your house. So you just can't," I murmured, looking away and folding my hands on my chest. He didn't say anything, and perhaps my comments made sense to his enormous brain.
