Tripura was woken up by the sharp ring of her phone echoing through the quiet of her hotel room. Groaning, she fumbled for it, squinting to see who was calling her at this hour. It was Palash.
She picked up, and in a sleepy, muffled tone, murmured, “Hello...?”
Palash's laughter sounded bright and teasing on the other end. “Lazy bones! It’s already 12! You do remember you’ve got the site visit in an hour, right?”
Tripura groaned again, feeling the weight of her exhaustion sink in. “Palash, you handle it today. I’m not coming… I barely slept, I’m exhausted,” she muttered, almost dozing off again as she spoke.
“Oh, come on, princess, how much will you sleep?” Palash’s voice was still lighthearted, but there was a bit of concern woven into his words. “It’s not like you to skip out on work. What happened?”
Tripura sighed, her eyes fluttering open a bit more as she settled back into the pillows. “Where do I even begin…” she said, rubbing her forehead. “Last night was... something else.”
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Layers of Us
General FictionIn a world where tradition dictates the heart, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged marriage she never wanted. A compassionate soul with a passion for animals and a thriving career as a psychologist, actress, and business tycoon, T...
