Mahendra

You toss and turn, trying to fall asleep but failing. You can't get the image of Mahendra's angry face out of your head, and you start to feel guilty

He's lying in bed, wide awake, missing you. He's tempted to go to your room, but his ego won't let him.

He groans, rolling around in bed. He doesn't like sleeping alone, it feels like something is missing. He sighs and looks at the clock, which reads 12:30 am.