Shravani's POV.

When I woke up, Jaiveer was not in the room like always, but his scent was lingering as I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone. I didn't want to get out of the bed, not this soon.

Yawning, I opened social media only to find two trending news stories: one was about Jaiveer's stepping down, and another one was Piyush Kumar's suicide. Wait, Piyush? Isn't he the same guy in the club I danced with?

I opened one of the articles and read about him and all the regrets and sorrows, which I had to fly away. Glad he died; a culprit like him doesn't deserve...