Chapter 18

I had gone down to the sitting room to watch an Indian movie, I was wearing a short gown that stopped above midway my thighs with no bra on.
Well, I had been at home all day; I couldn’t go to school after last night’s sleep over.
I jumped on the couch, a blanket wrapped around my legs, a bowl of popcorn on my lap. The movie was so good that I was fully immersed in the plot; some heartbroken girl had just found out her husband had a secret family. I was living for the drama. Although it did get annoying at times, given Bollywood, the scenes were captivating.