Nevermind

Point of View: Amayra

The next morning, Karan went to his work but not before our fake argument to listen for Nisha. But in reality, I was in Karan’s arms feeling the warmth. Then he went out slamming the door as loud as he could. I thought that the door will come out of its hinges. But thank god, it was strong.

I took the glycerine from the side table and put it in my eyes to make sure that my eyes look red and puffy when Nisha come and find out that I am crying. and it worked.

As soon as Karan left. She came into my ward. I started to cry as well.

“Ma’am are you O.K.?” she placed her hand on my shoulder. I hugged her and faked hard cries.

“Ni… Nisha… I d… do… don’t kn… know…” I intentionally spoke an incoherent sentence and then start crying again.

After some time, I wiped my fake tears and looked at her with my red puffy eyes. “Nisha, what should I do? I don’t know what to do. I am so confused”.

She rubbed my back and spoke. “Ma’am you need to rest. You will worsen your health if y