Tears rolled down my cheeks without any halt as I sniffed and read the book, which was so heart-wrenching. Since when do erotic thrillers become emotional for me?

It's because of my period hormones as well. Fuck diet, I stuffed the french fries in my mouth and continued reading. Agastya was playing with his toys, sitting on the carpeted floor while I was sitting beside him, leaning my head back and devouring the book, sniffing occasionally.

I know it's a book, fictional and not something real still; I sniffed out loud and heard the crying voice.

Wait, who is crying?

Agastya?

Shit

I kept the book aside and picked him...