Chapter 8

Damn it! She is Drishti Singhania.

The boys in her college are crazy over her and begging her for a single glance and this guy here, who was lucky enough to marry her, wants to keep their marriage a secret.

Fine! It’s not as if she cares.

“Fine. I’m not dying to advertise it either,” Drishti said with a shrug.

“And where is the bedroom?” Drishti asked and Shravan cursed himself for not thinking about it before.

Where would she stay?

This is a two bedroom apartment and he had turned the guest room into a study for his office works.

“Actually there’s only one bedroom,” Shravan said and Drishti again shrugged.

“The kitchen is over there. The fridge is fully stocked. Rajesh kaka’s wife comes thrice a week to clean and cook. She might have kept some food in the freezer too.” Shravan said and guided her towards his room.

Luckily his bedroom has a recliner in addition to a bed and he mentally thanked his interior designer for that.