Chapitre 42: Chapter- 42 Drinking Despodencies

I smell the wind, it smells of mud, and flowers and woodpines and .... I avert my face again my hair waving like crazy. I don't want to smell his scent. So I push my face out the window chilly winds and rain falling on my face.

" Shanvi please...." His almost wavered voice tugs at my gut and my head fills up in confusion. What does he want to talk about? What can he talk about that will make everything right?

I would have said that the smell of streets and dirt mixed with breezy smell of trees and rain feels better than his smell. But I knew I was lying to myself. So I opted to not say anything. And it felt like he got the clue because through the whole drive he didn't try to say anything else.

The large filgreed gates automatically cleared the way for the car. And he continued driving through the grounds till we got to his glass mansion.