“Come again. What did you say?” Arhaan spoke up being unable to register it fully in his mind.

“So, Khushi wasn’t hemophobic?”

Arhaan turned to his hand and again to Maya remembering her expression.

He kept his eyes glued on her eyes for few good seconds without blinking until Maya moved her gaze away.

Arhaan looked outside through the glass, the rain was still falling heavily, the clothes of his were all wet, giving him a cold sensation but nothing was touching his mind.

The words of Maya kept buzzing in his mind like a busy bee.

I am hemophobic.

His mind was almost convinced that she wasn’t his Khushi...