JENNIFER'S POV

The sun rays stretched out from the clouds like long, artistic fingers as they seeped into my room from the window. It made the room warm and me, cozy. But that's not what woke me up.

My alarm clock placed on the side table had got one great job to do each day. It was of waking me up at 5 am daily. Meditation and yoga was a must for half an hour in the morning, always round the year without any exception for any day. All these years, it had never dissappointed me. But today, even that wasn't the reason I got up at 9 in the morning.

"Who turned off the alarm clock?"

Was what I had been wondering.

What actually woke me up was the yelling taking place in the living room. Though the door of my room was closed, still the shouts of father were prominent. I could hear them clearly.

For what is he shouting in this early hour of the day!?

I mentally groaned. By body was aching badly and my head seemed to be spinning, even after sleeping for more in the morning. It felt as if I had been thrown into a juicer and I was helplessly whirling in that machine.

Then, something struck me.

How did I get here? I was at the party.... in the ballroom... then, someone screamed about fire... then?

After that point, my mind was completely blank. I was clutching the bedsheet tightly as I tried to remember how I ended up in my bedroom.

Maybe a considerate and caring person helped me get here? Was it Tara? I wondered.

person would really have been an

a

up from the bed and was about to proceed towards the bathroom when I halted on my tracks. The sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and the

his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the

The news reporter informed.

the hell! How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone to see whether the news was accurate

Mr. Prakash's. There are no signs of any struggle in the body which confirm it to

am damn sure there's some or the other foul play... he was perfectly fine last night! How can he possibly do this? What about the alliance now!?" To say that father was shocked would be

we'll ditch it! What

controlling myself from screaming out loud, giggle and dance in the middle

wanted to rejoice, laugh and throw pillows here and there. I had to press my hand on my

inaudible laugh and grinned. I kept grinning like an idiot for a long time and then finally, let out a sigh. I was happy on someone's death. That fact itself was depressing but I simply couldn't ignore the fact that the scoundrel deserved it! Whether it was a suicide or a murder, I didn't know and till a point, cared the least. But I was beyond glad that now, I was free! Again.... like my older times! I couldn't contain my happiness anymore and decided to make this day

was second Saturday today which ment I had to go for a morning shift in the hospital and later to an oldage home

put it beneath my eyes then applied some eyeliner. Unlike the other days, I decided to put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet smile on my face today. Lastly, by applying a small black bindi between my eyes, I completed the look. To

Mandira briefed me about the patients I had to operate on and

shout, "Absolutely no one has got the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy department. The other guy joined him,

of organizing the celebrations of different festivals in the hospital while we the seniors, were there to organize the birthdays. It was a system created

I would have rolled my eyes and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as today was

While the other guys checked me out from head to toe in a quizzical manner, that guy smirked. He was

it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain! And I grit my

I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at his jibe, the sexy smirk not leaving the corner of his

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