And what if Qais Bhat was written in books? A glimpse of the upcoming chapter, that you might fall in love with.
Anirudh wasn't a gym enthusiast, yet he did consider health as an important factor in his life, but enough to choose stairs over an elevator? He wasn't that fool. However, since the last few days, he felt the oil in his meal was out of the chart, or the reason was his new neighbor. Anirudh pauses; his eyes squint at such absurdity his brain created. Over the last 48 hours, the door he yearned to catch a glimpse of had been closed, making him restless. His ire flared up every time when in society someone mentioned her or any gossip that involved her name. Annoyance reached the edge every time his feet halted to fight for her. Or every time he couldn’t past from the front of her door, unaware if she was fine. People literally had laughed at him when he knowingly had left his shoelace open as an excuse to pause. The desperation reached its limit that on the fifth day, while he came back from the firm, his fingertip had almost touched the series of numeral in his phone, which might have blessed him with the oeuvre elicited from her lips. God, he sure was losing his mind because of this ongoing case, right? Damnit, he wasn’t even on the confirmation stage; he seriously needs to see his psychologist soon.