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Staring at myself in the mirror while my best friend dried my hair, I planned not to leave a single clue so that nobody doubts us. My mind was constantly thinking about who could do it?
Her? But why would she do it? We clearly don't want me to meet him. Gagan is already jealous. Bhabhi? But why is she? She must know her brother is claustrophobic.
In the middle, I got the flashback of his eye contact with me. The very first eye contact when I forgot that someone shut the door behind me. When he didn't look away. He really thinks I didn't get what he wanted to say. I was not thinking wrong; he is "baat paltu."
I snapped back to reality as she hit my shoulder. "Huh?" I responded and glanced at her through the mirror. She put the dryer back. "Tie your hair; we are-"
She stopped in the middle. I puzzled as she came close to the mirror and stared at my face with an open mouth. "What happened?" I inquired about what's on my face. I touched my face and glanced at her. She turned to me and put her palm on my cheek. "Are you okay?" She questioned, checking like I have a fever.
I shook my head and took my dupatta from the bed, avoiding eye contact because if my eye flutters she would get to know the reason. I put it around my shoulder and adjusted it.
