Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
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I woke up feeling like a truck had run over my head, then backed up and ran over it again. My brain was spinning, and I groaned, pushing my face deeper into the pillow. What did I even do last night? Squinting against the sunlight streaming into the room, I groggily reached for the quilt, pulling it away from me. And that's when my heart stopped. My eyes snapped open, wide as saucers.
"What... in the world..." I whispered, staring at myself in absolute horror. My hands flew to my mouth as I looked down at the quilt, as if it had betrayed me, revealing that I was only in my undergarments; a red lacy set. Red. Lacy. The next moment I was engulfed in the quilt, pulling it tightly around myself like a fortress.
"No,nooooo...Oh my God! Oh my God!" I gasped, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
What the hell happened?!
I slapped my forehead in disbelief, trying to piece together the puzzle of last night, but my memory was blank. Completely blank. There was no flashback of events, no drunken haze, just... nothing.
"Great, Siya. Just great," I muttered sarcastically. My heart was pounding like a drum, and the embarrassment? It had reached a whole new level. I buried myself deeper into the bed, suffocating under the quilt, wondering how I would ever show my face again. But I had to get up. I couldn't stay here forever.
I pulled on a plain patiala suit, thankfully something modest and tried to focus. My mind was still bursting, but I couldn't afford to look like a mess. Especially not around Hukum. After getting ready, I stumbled into the kitchen, hoping a glass of lemonade would help with the throbbing in my head. The clinking of my bangles as I reached for the lemons was the only sound that echoed in the quiet space, making the atmosphere even more unnerving.
And then I heard it; a voice I wasn't ready for.
"Had fun last night?" I stopped mid-squeeze, feeling the jug slip slightly in my hands. That voice. I knew it too well. I turned, my breath hitching as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.
Oh no. Not him. Not now. I tried to play it off, shrugging as casually as I could manage.
"I-I... don't... remember anything," He raised a brow, his eyes glinting with amusement as he stepped forward.
"Oh? Well, let me remind you," The jug slipped a little more as his words hit me like a hammer.
"You don't recall the part where you paraded around the room in your...red lacy set?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, but the undertone of amusement was unmistakable. My hands froze mid-squeeze, and the room spun even faster. I felt like my brain was trying to replay something... something mortifying. His voice continued, each word making my heart pound harder.
