🪷 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇: Cause everyone deserves a sports romance.
Heer Thakur's life currently is all about one goal: "3 lakh rupees in three months."
Abhishek Sharma, the classic angry young man who insists everything goes according to his meticulous...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
10. Apology Letter.
[A/N: translations are not added in this chapter. They might be added soon.]
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The sharp, shrill sound of my alarm jolted me awake. My first instinct was to groan and bury my face deeper into the pillow, willing the noise to stop on its own.
When that didn't work, I reached out blindly, slapping my hand around on the nightstand until I finally managed to silence the infernal device.
Peace at last.
But sleep didn't come back as easily as I'd hoped. My body still felt heavy, but my mind had already started to stir.
Yawning, I stretched my arms out wide, feeling the satisfying pull in my muscles. The morning light streamed in through the cracks in the curtains, a soft golden hue spilling into the room.
Reluctantly, I sat up, my hair a tangled mess and my face marked with creases from the pillow. And let's not forget how oily my face gets.
I look like a potato.
I rubbed my eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness, and glanced around. That's when I noticed it-a splash of cheerful yellow on the small table across the room.
A bouquet of yellow roses.
I blinked, certain I was imagining things. But no, it was real.
A beautiful arrangement of fresh roses tied neatly with a soft white ribbon. Beside it lay a letter, the edges of the envelope slightly crinkled, as if someone had handled it carefully before placing it there.
Curiosity replaced my lingering sleepiness, and I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cool floor beneath my feet sending a small shiver up my spine.
Slowly, I padded over to the table, the faint scent of roses growing stronger as I got closer. My heart fluttered, a mix of excitement and confusion.
Who could've left this? And why?
The bouquet of bright yellow roses stood out like a ray of sunshine, contrasting against the plain surface of the table. Their fragrance was soft yet vivid, instantly soothing.
