Flipping Through Rusty Pages

I close my eyes and heave out a shaky breath. The more I explore the more ashamed I feel about myself. How can I be enjoying this douchebag’s company for a whole night? How can I open up my heart for him to peep in? How can I feel a transcendental connection?

I have been praising his gorgeous looks forgetting all about his dark heart! I groaned out of annoyance when my eyes caught a series of portrayals hanging on the farthest wall with a fireplace.

‘You! You!’ I point an accusing finger at him.

And I am on my feet again…thrilled to peek into Ibhaan’s personal life. Anything that will earn me an advantage over him—anything to have an upper hand for my defence.

I have already heard nearly everything about his current life, but knowing about how he grew up, and who his close companions were had always been some invisible line of demarcation that I or anything couldn’t ever reach.

‘What would you want me to do?’ I’d asked him during supper.

‘You mean?’ He’d retorted stuffing hi