INAAYA'S POV
Living alone has its pros and cons. Last night, after a night of clubbing and dancing, I came home very late, and now this headache is unbearable. These are the moments when I think having a partner would be helpful, but I've been single for the last 18 years. What a sad life. Today, my house help, Kamla Di, won't be coming either since she took a day off to spend time with her family. So, now I have to do everything myself. Kamla Di has been working for me for a month and is a great person and the best cook, to be honest.
After waking up, I was making coffee—my addiction when suddenly the doorbell rang. I went to check, but no one was there. Then I looked down and saw a bouquet of orchids, my favorite flowers, along with breakfast, coffee, and medicine for my headache. What the hell? This can't be a mistake. Why is everything my favorite? I was very confused until I saw a card in the bouquet. I took it out and read it:
"Have your breakfast and rest today. Last night you danced and drank too much, so after breakfast, take the medicine, sweetheart. From your admirer."
What the hell? I thought it was Keshav playing one of his pranks on me. I took everything inside and placed it on my table. Just as I was about to call Keshav, I got a message from an unknown number. I opened it.
Unknown Number: I hope you like your breakfast and bouquet.
I was beyond shocked. Who is this? How do he knows my favorite breakfast, flowers, address, and even my number?
Inaaya Singhania: Who are you and why did you send me all of these things?
Unknown Number: I am no one in front of you darling but still wanted to take care of you, nothing else, babe. Hope you like it
Inaaya Singhania: Are you out of your mind, you are mentally ill or what. Just tell me your name?
Unknown Number: why are you so desperate to know my name, did you start liking me already? If you did then it's good for your heart and mines too.
Inaaya Singhania: shut the fuck up you bloody stalker, you just need treatment nothing else and liking you will be last thing which I will do, you fucking clown asshole.
Unknown number: yes sweetheart I surely need a treatment for my heart as it got stolen by a theif aka inaaya Singhania. You can give me your heart as compensation and keep mine forever and as far as liking me is concerned that will time tell until then just miss me baby.
Inaaya Singhania: keep dreaming mr stalker.
And I blocked the number. I don't know how people get this level of confidence. My morning just got worse because of this mystery stalker, and now my headache is even worse. What should I do now?
I diverted my mind by watching some Netflix shows, and now I'm heading to my apartment gym since I missed my morning session and was getting bored at home. I can't meet my friends since Keshav is visiting his relatives and Riya's parents are in Delhi to celebrate her birthday.
When I entered the gym, I saw my trainer, Rohit, and went to greet him. He was busy talking to someone, and when I approached, I was shocked to see Aahan there. Does he also live in this apartment? Omg, why am I seeing him everywhere? Is he real or am I just hallucinating? How can it be possible that Aahan and I live in the same apartment, go to the same gym, and also attend the same college? Coincidence after coincidence. Then Rohit greeted me.
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