Mohit's POV

" Come have food. " I caught her hand and pulled her with me.

" Please, leave me alone. I am having a headache. "

" Oh, God!! Why didn't you tell me earlier? " I asked but she didn't say anything.

" Say something... and why did you have to cook food ?? We could have ordered food. " I said.

" It's my job to make food... " she said.

" Enough !! Not another word... Have a medicine... But have food first. " I was annoyed with her behaviour.

What was her problem?? Why was she so serious about this job thing??

" I can't...