Imisha

viii. accidents and bonding

~imisha's pov~

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Ugh. I turned to the other side of the bed and turned off my blaring alarm. 

As I slowly regained consciousness, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sun's intense rays streaming through my window. 

I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes before finally getting up and stretching my body. 

The warm rays of sunlight felt refreshing, and I couldn't help but take a few deep breaths and soak in the peaceful morning atmosphere. 

I narrowed my eyes, adjusted my fuzzy slippers, and strolled toward my brand-new bathroom. The cool water from the faucet refreshed my face and I scrubbed my teeth with toothpaste. 

Once I was done, I rinsed my mouth and put on a pair of old pants from my battered bag. 

I contemplated going down or arranging my wardrobe. I saw the time and it was only 6:30 a.m. right now.

I peeked outside my door from where I could see the kitchen and saw no one. I puffed out a breath and went to my closet. 

As I slowly opened my wardrobe doors, a wave of surprise and shock hit me. The sight that greeted me was astonishing. 

The spacious wardrobe was filled to the brim with bags from various clothing brands, and I was sure that I couldn't name even a handful of them. 

I felt overwhelmed and bewildered by the sheer volume of clothing items that lay before me. As I rummaged through the bags, I realized that I had accumulated a wardrobe that was much larger than I had ever imagined. 

It contained dresses, suits, shirts, pants, and various other types of clothing. I didn't even realize that my brothers bought so many clothes. The task of sorting through them would be a herculean task and would undoubtedly take up my entire day.

With no other option, I separated the bags, grouping the different types of clothing and accessories. I organized them into piles, including tops, t-shirts, jeans, jackets, shorts, dresses, underwear, accessories, stationary, and more. 

After I finished sorting, I gathered the necessary organizers to start the task of packing each item carefully. I was about to open the bag when I heard a knock on my door, interrupting my progress. I assumed it was Ikshit.

I walked out of my closet and opened the connected room door.

"Good morning ishu!" Ikshit greeted me with a soft smile

"Good morning!" I replied with the same energy.

"What were you doing? It seems like you've been awake for quite a while" He asked me. Oh right- he probably heard the noise since I crashed into all the furniture in the bedroom because I'm clumsy as fuck.

"I was organizing my closet and separating everything," I said as I glanced at the clock. It was already 8:30 a.m. and I realized I had been at it for two hours. Feeling embarrassed, I sheepishly told him about it. 

His eyes widened in surprise but he quickly composed himself. "It's alright," he replied reassuringly, "since you've already done the hard part of dividing everything, we can easily get someone to help you finish the rest."

I just shrugged in response. A little help wouldn't hurt.

"I'm going for breakfast, come by fast." He said quickly and left the room.

I sighed and made a beeline toward my bathroom and started showering. I flinched at the boiling hot water and slightly turned down the temperature. That fraction of a second of boiled water had made its way to the scars on my back and probably seared them.