✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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I awoke with a sharp, stinging throb in my head. It wasn't localized, though; my entire body felt like it had gone ten rounds with a cement mixer. I grumbled, my gaze landing on the blindingly white pillow beneath me. Since when did I opt for white linens?
But the real shocker was my body: completely bare. What the f—!
I groaned, pain shooting through my ribs as I checked beneath the duvet. Relief washed over me like a baptism when I found myself still wearing my pants. At least I hadn't cheated on her, whoever "she" was, or done anything regrettable. I scanned the familiar, luxurious confines of my own bedroom. Good. But she—Ada Sharma—was still here.
"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, my mind racing. I was half-naked, she was here, and I felt like roadkill. Is she okay? Did she suffer another panic attack? Did I do something wrong yesterday? And why, for God's sake, could I not remember anything? I always remember.
While I was drowning in self-recrimination, a calm, almost sleepy voice cut through the silence. "Why do you always curse so much?"
Ada awoke, rubbing her eyes. Even in the harsh morning light, the Bengali Witch looked annoyingly radiant.
I sat up despite the immediate protest from my muscles. I hated to admit it, but I was nervous. She twitched in her sleep—or rather, was now awake—and I couldn't help but notice how much my entire body ached. I desperately scanned her face, trying to find some clue about the missing hours of last night.
"Don't move," she instructed, her voice soft but surprisingly firm.
I examined her from head to toe. She was dressed, though her clothes looked hopelessly crumpled. Did I...? I immediately felt a wave of crushing guilt. Fuck, Vidyut!
"Um... Miss Sharma," I called her. Dammit, Vidyut, why the hell are you stammering? You're a ruthless man, this isn't the first time you've spoken to a girl!
She paused, back still to me. I needed an explanation, preferably one that accounted for my nudity. I might have been out of my senses, but she was definitely not right.
