The Heartless Handsome |✓|

ArunaReading a book and sipping hot chocolate while its raining outside is something which I love. Its past midnight and I am sitting on the couch in my room and reading Menfreya in the morning.

ArunaI knew what was waiting for me at home. I had the least interest to walk into the house and listen to my mother's reprimand and her usual sentimental talk. Unfortunately, I had no choice.

 ArunaMy mind raced and an idea popped up. I smiled mentally. Ma brought tea and snacks for all which took me by surprise because generally, it was the girl who is expected to serve tea and snacks. Anyway, they seemed to

 ArunaIt took me some time to process what he meant, I did get what he said. The atmosphere suddenly became tense. I waited for him to spill whatever he had to say with bated breath.Oh God,

ArunaSmudged kohl, tear-stained cheeks, dishevelled hair, in other words, the person who looked back at me as I stood in front of the mirror was a distorted me. Why did I cry so much even after determining that I'll be tough? Well maybe because I'm not what I try to be. I tried to be a lot of things before this, indifferent, hard-hearted, badass, nothing worked. I am too damn sensitive for my own good.