In Arya's room,
Arya sat on her bed, wrapped in a bath gown, one leg raised slightly and exposed.
The soft sunlight streaming through the window glistened faintly against her damp skin, a few lingering droplets from her shower still clinging near her neck.
With a quiet hiss, she applied pain relief to her ankle.
It was slightly swollen, a reminder of what had happened just moments ago. Her mind kept replaying the chain of events, something far from her usual daily routine.
She had slipped in the bathroom because of the soap on the floor, which had led to a series of awkward incidents.
Yet she wasn't truly worried or embarrassed.
She was furious.
The moment Rohit's smug face appeared in her thoughts again, her cheeks reddened instantly. Her lips curled into a stubborn pout as she glared toward the empty room.
'Sucking each other off? Absolutely disgusting'.
