expected funeral

Author’s P. O. V.

Zoya opened her yees in the hospital and only came across the white walls; she looks around to see any sign of a human but there was none, she was alone in the room with beeping machines; she looked at her hand only to see it connected to an IV.

Her head felt like it will burst any second from the amount of pain she was experiencing; This was not normal; she does not even remember what happened.

The door of the room opened as Kabir walked in; “Oh I see you are awake,” He said to her as she groaned.

Wondered, why does her face, hurts so fucking much; “ I am not in the mood to see your ugly face so early in the morning, please leave,” her voice was low; her vocal cords felt as if they were swollen from screaming; she tried to remember what happened but the pounding headache made her winch in pain.

“Thank me that you are alive, otherwise the glass pieces would have been in your vocal cords and you sweetheart would not have been able to open that good-for-nothing's mouth