Skanda Bharti's POV
'Dinner is ready!' A feminine voice rings in my ears which resembles a melodious tune in opera. And no! I am not exaggerating. I smile at the sweet gesture, but Eleanor brushes it off as she flips the book on my bed and happily dances her way down. I giggle at her childishness nonetheless decide to follow suit. I already like them!
Yes, them! My two housemates. Or apartmentmates? Gaah! I don't want to fall into the debacle over my vocabulary. I am always like this when I am nervous or too worked up.
It has been three hours since I have settled in the decent-sized two-story apartment at 34/98. For a little while, I completely forgot about the man or the potential gossip or my next action to stop for I don't end up spreading rumors of something that could be only hal
