AUTHOR’s Narration
The next morning, Danica woke up late with swollen eyes. Even after washing her face, the swelling of her eyes remained. She was certain that Gaurav would question her about it. She thought of ways to answer his supposed queries. Gaurav could ask a lot of questions in order to find out the source of her worries.
She was relieved when she saw Gaurav’s message on her phone. She sighed deeply as if a big stone was taken out of her chest. At least she wouldn’t need to craft an acceptable response and avoid revealing the truth. She wasn’t comfortable crafting a lie, even white lies. To her, a lie was still a lie; therefore, if she could avoid a confrontation, the better.
Even on Saturdays, Gaurav still had to work. He never took a rest. He even worked on evenings when nece
