Chapter 16. Strangely Darsh

Khushi's POV

I dashed towards his room after quickly shutting the window. Even though I was sure I was moving fast, the room seemed very far away tonight.

Right before Darsh's bedroom, I came to the end of my sprint. I recalled Uncle Hemant's words just as I was about to enter.

"I advise you not to approach Master Darsh for anything today."

I'd previously witnessed Darsh's wrath. And it was painful to be the victim of his fury. I, therefore, paused to consider if I should contact Uncle Hemant and go back to my bedroom. However, having seen him collapse earlier, I couldn't stand the worry. 

Finally, disregarding everything else, I hurried inside.

I found Darsh motionless on the ground, a glass shard scattered on the floor in front of him. Without wasting any more time, I reached closer to Darsh and attempted to lift him up.

"Wh—who?" He grumbled, rejecting my help.

"Stop...Stop touching me."

"I'm not intentionally touching yo