Nikhil's POV

I run a hand through my hair,not caring about the droplets of sweat dripping across my forehead.

I wince when the edge of the dumbbell drops on my foot,when I'm lost in my thoughts.

Sandy is driving me crazy.

I sigh, dropping on my couch, exhausted at the day's events.

The worst part is, I'm unable to bring myself to be mad at her. I'm just... disturbed.

Her reasoning makes complete sense. I saw everything she went through first hand. I was there. Even though I rationally know she was right on her part,I couldn't help be hurt inspite of that.

There's just so much pain.

For the...