Broken Handle

“Why are you staring at me? I know I look handsome but if you will keep staring at me like this then you might fall for me,” Augustus pronounced.

Eliana averted his gaze from him and asked him about her belongings. “Luca might have put your satchel in the living room. Your clothes will be here in a while. You can use the washroom which is there,” Augustus pointed towards his left and continued, “I have an urgent call to do. Take you time.” Eliana nodded as she saw Augustus had walked out of the room.

She went towards the door, gripping the bridal dress from near her thighs. Closing the door, she checked it of locked or not. “Ahh, what happened to this? Why is it not opening?” Eliana murmured and checked the handle. “I think it works like this,” Eliana thought and went to the direction of the washroom which Augustus had told her.

She slid the door of the washroom and walked in. She was astonished to see