“I'm just coming.” I hung up the phone and looked at myself in the mirror. 

I was dressed in an all-black outfit, ready to go to a friend's birthday party, but I didn't feel like going.

My face looked like I hadn't slept in nights. The thing which I did today had drained every ounce of energy in me.

I feel soo fucking heavy and one thing I know for sure is that if I just hear one word of love, I'd be having the biggest breakdown of my life which I cannot have.

I was seeing my reflection and wasn't able to tell who this Shreya really was. The one who is protecting herself or The one who loves him?