Chapter Twenty Five

But suddenly the washroom door clicks open and his eyes finds her bare legs moist in water.

For a second he felt numb, but without wasting any second he left the room and closed it. His mind repeatedly telecasting her moist leg from the bathroom.

'Advi, stop your hormones' he scolded himself and waited at the door. Because he doesn't do anything, even the phone is in the room.

One thing he promised himself was not to make Zoya misunderstood about him. He won't tolerate if he do something.

Knocking the door he called, "zoya." To make her fast.

"2 minutes" She replied.

Sometimes he feels like he needs tell all his life matters to somebody. But that somebody didn't born yet for him. Sometimes he thinks to say all those things to one of his friends but the next second he avert that thought completely.

When the door opening sound heard, he turned his head only to see Zoya. Her hair is already dried and she wore that dress that was lying on the bed before. Her face is looking so pure