The Heart Belonged to Me, Not the House
I got off the cab and the familiar anxiety and happiness gripped me. I checked into the hotel, and literally fell on the bed. I was about to close my eyes when I got a message with an address. I groaned and went to take a shower. The sight of the bathtub tempted me but as if the sender had sensed my thoughts, my phone beeped again. 'Be there in 30 min max.' I felt like kicking my feet but honestly I didn't want to offend the sender. I quickly hopped into the shower got ready. The cab was already waiting for me and took me to the destination. The sight was beautiful. Admist the snow clad mountains there was a beautiful cottage, straight a sight from Yash Chopra movies. I was admiring the sight when the most chirpy voice fell in my ears. "Comeon, where are you looking? I have been calling you, but it seems like you have gone deaf." This was Anirudh. Our relationship... slightly complicated, so let's try to decipher it during the story. One thing that was for su