"What do you mean I was gifted to you?"
"It is not good to eavesdrop but you heard it right. You are a gift that was forcefully imposed on me."
"Y-You... are.... lying..."
"Am I? You know what? Gift is a very fancy term for you. 'Trash' suits you be...
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When my eyes fluttered open, all I could see was black. I turned my head to my right and noticed that I wasn't in my room; I wondered how I got here. I remembered watching TV earlier, then how did I land myself in Yuvaan's bedroom?
Did I start sleep walking again?
As I began to sit up, the region below my stomach ached severely and soon my back started doing the same. My whole body was heated up, and I felt really weak.
I groaned when my stomach churned, and my eyes widened in horror when I noticed the area beside me. The white bedsheet under me was stained completely red while some parts of the comforter had blood spots on them too. I quickly got up and checked the bed; even the mattress was also spoilt. I glanced behind me and saw my blue coloured salwaar transformed into a red one.
Fucking periods!
Didn't I get my date last week? Did I even get them ever since I arrived here? What the hell, Reyna? You missed them for whole three months!
I heard a knock on the door but didn't respond. The banging increased and after a few minutes, I heard the clicking sound of the lock as the door started opening up slowly.
Yuvaan peeked his head inside. "You awake, Kitten? You really sleep a—"
I ran towards the door and pushed him outside. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and put his right foot in the doorway when I began closing the door.
"Don't come inside!" I yelled.
"Why not? That's my room," he deadpanned.
"Come later. You can't enter right now."
"Why are you making such a weird face?"
Motherfucking cramps! Why do we women have to suffer so much?
"Go and call Grace first — I need her help," I told him.
"Why do you need Grace when you have me?" He smirked.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Sorry, Mr. Soon to be ex-husband, your timing is really bad. And your flirting skills are worse than that. So, can you please give a lady some privacy?"
"Fiesty, aren't you?" He poked my nose.
"Are you going or not?" I questioned in annoyance.
"You don't need to hide from me, dear wifey."
I glared at him and after having a staring duel, he called Grace upstairs and left while chuckling like a serial killer. Grace arrived within seconds, along with her assistant, and enquired about what happened.
When I showed her the mess I had created, she gave me a smile and told me not to worry. Her assistant brought me some fresh clothes and while I got myself cleaned, they took care of the rest.
