Chapter 22 : The Care

Abrar

I held her arms tightly and made her stand up. She looked a bit unprepared as if she was still in shock for breaking down in front of me which she didn't want to.

"I think", she gulped, looking down. "You need a shower first since you're tired. I'll do it later. There's only one washroom so"

"But you're looking pale. You need it", I replied.

"I'm fine. Please you go. I'll collect my clothes till then", she said and I didn't feel like arguing. At least, she had obeyed me a bit.

"Okay", I mumbled but she kept staring at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Abrar, leave my arm", she said in a firm tone as I realized it and immediately left her hand.

"I'm sorry", stammering, I took my steps back and came out of her room.

*

As I came out of the washroom after a cold shower, I found her in the kitchen.

"Zoya!", I called aloud as she looked back, tilting her head. "I'm done. You can come now"

"I'm warming up food for you. W