Chapter 27. Demon with a Cute Face

Khushi's POV

It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes again. The curtains on the window to the room's far-right swayed in response to the gentle breezes. I could hear someone typing in the dimly lit room.

After searching around, my gaze fell on Darsh, who was working on the wooden table on his laptop.

"Darsh..." I called out his name. Even though I was certain it was a murmur, Darsh seemed to have heard it because I saw him looking over the edge of the laptop at me. And soon after, Darsh hurried over to me, leaving his work behind.

"How are you feeling?" He worriedly enquired.

"Weak...." I replied.

"Get up," Darsh said as I sensed his right arm under my neck, and he pushed me up gently and helped me to sit, leaning on the headboard.

"You haven't eaten anything. Let's eat dinner." He muttered and took his phone from his trouser pocket.

"Uncle Hemant, send dinner." He said and disconnected the call.

"I... I wanted to ask you