his love

Author’s P. O. V.

Sherlin looked at the note written in her hands; she was not sure if this was going to work on him or not but she was ought to do something when Yash was behaving like a child.

She knocked on his door and slide the paper down from the gap between the door and the floor; she bite her lip as heard some footsteps. She walked a little away as she waited near the door.

On the other hand, Yash was in his thought when he heard a knock on the door, not to later a paper slid inside his room and he looked at it.

He did not want to move but his steps took him near the paper as he opened it; immediately recognizing the handwriting, he closed it and threw the paper in the other corner of the room; he did not want to talk to Sherlin or listen to her at all.

He wanted to stay alone cant he has that?

Sherlin’s shoulders dropped when the door of Yash’s room did not open. He was subron she knew but this much? She never imagined.

Taking a deep breath she walked to his door once again a