Unravelled Love || ✔️

♡CHAPTER 38♡

This past weekend, I found myself working tirelessly, and today marks the final opportunity to sift through my study materials.

Despite pouring my heart and soul into my studies, I still feel an overwhelming sense of dissatisfaction.
It's always the same—right before an exam, I'm gripped by panic, convinced I haven't learned anything, and the stress gives me a pounding headache.

Now, as night falls, I find that sitting in the hallway provides me with a refreshing change of environment that enhances my focus and productivity while studying, but the thought of reading another line fills me with dread.

I did manage to sneak in a power nap earlier, but I still feel completely drained. With this kind of fatigue, I know I won't perform well on the exam.

I have to push myself to read.

I pinched my cheeks to stay awake and tried to focus, but my eyelids felt heavy, threatening to close at any moment.

This only happens during exam time; once they're over, I can't seem to catch a wink! It's so frustrating! My eyes are so tired, and all I want is a quick nap.

But I have to keep studying. I forced my eyes open, stared at the book, and sighed,

"I don't think I can do this."

With that, I let my head drop onto the table.

"Wow, you've got quite a tough head there! Just a heads up, though—this table isn't cheap. I'd hate for you to break it," came the teasing voice of my husband, Adhrit, the only one who would dare to poke fun at me at this moment.

I gradually raised my head, a sharp sting of pain accompanying the movement. I shot him a glare.

"Thank you for focusing on the table instead of the fully conscious human being right in front of you," I remarked as he casually sipped from his glass of water.

"Don't say that; I bought this with my hard-earned money. You can't just treat her like that," he replied, clearly wounded.

"Her? Seriously? Now you're using pronouns?" I retorted, shaking my head while he smirked in a teasing manner.

"You should think about resting, judging by the way you look," he said, feigning concern.

"There's no way I can rest; I plan to study all night long," I huffed back.

"Don't push yourself too hard," he responded, pulling up a chair to sit beside me.

"But I have to," I insisted, earning an exasperated sigh from him.

"You know, I had a college friend who hit the books non-stop one night, and when exam day came, his mind went completely blank. My point is, after studying so much, your brain needs time to process it, so rest is essential," he elaborated. I acknowledged his words but remained anxious.

"I get that, but I need to study at least to calm my nerves; otherwise, I won't be able to sleep at all," I replied, and he sighed again while glancing at the clock.

"Alright, it's 11 now. You can study until 3, but after that, I want you to get six hours of sleep," he said, standing up.

I looked up at him in shock, about to say something when he suddenly bent down and kissed me gently on the lips, sending a wave of warmth through me.

"You argue too much," he said, his face just inches from mine.

"Just listen to me this once," he added softly.

"But..." I started to protest.

"If you listen to me, we can go on a date tomorrow," he said, catching me off guard.