The Plan In Making
Samaira
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I was feeling guilty, of course, anyone would be after doing such a thing. What I did was no less than a crime as I had thrown the bottle filled with water to the one whom I thought was a trespasser. He turned out to be the handsome Namit Khanna.
I was glad only his face got drenched and not him completely.
“I am really sorry.”
He sighed before replying,” You are apologizing for the umpteenth time, Sama. I am fine.” he said, smiling as if he loved my act.
“But still....”
“Sama I am fine,” he said, coming closer but I couldn’t meet his gaze because of the guilt.
“I just came here to pick up the parcel and then something inside the bushes moved...I...I got scared and then I threw water…..”I started babbling in guilt.