GHOSTING AROUND

Thirty minutes later, I close all doors and windows and switch off all lights. It's a childhood habit that has accompanied me all the way to adulthood. I still find it impossible to sleep with a light on. I straight away make it to bed—careless about the stuff scattered all over the floor.

However, I can give assurance with the ascertained conception that I am not to be blamed here. The mansion help has to put my comfy wears all the way to the bottom which leaves me with no other option but to ruffle through all my stuff if I wanted to get it.

It's the mansion staff and not me.

'What are you up to?' I eye my mate sleepily, stretched over the most comfortable mattress I have ever felt underneath me. Arin has changed too. Instead of the comfy wear, she has sported jogging gears. With her hair up in a ponytail, it ain't a mystery that she'd be hopping around at–glance at the wall clock–nine in the evening.

‘I am gonna take a tour around. Wanna join?’ She snaps with a sharp edge in her