Chapter 67. He Kissed

It was evening when her eyes had striked open. One look at the clock made her realize she slept for six hours straight. She was shocked to say the least and later she figured it out, her coping mechanism overcame her.

Whenever she felt this entire sense of anxiety enveloping her heart, clawing its paws deep in the pit of her heart, she always slept. Slept as if there would be no tomorrow. Because if she won't, her overthinking would tenfold her anxiety. And she was aware of that. So sometimes she took the help of sleeping pills or other times, the sleep would naturally come to her.

She felt her stomach groaning out of hunger so she got up and as she passed through her bed, her eyes fell on the mirror. Showing her reflection. She caught the sight of her lips. They were red. A little bit swollen with dried blood where Moosa had bit her.

As she recalled those moments in the back of her mind, her heart began to beat out of rhythm. Skipping beats.

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