NEEV's POV-

A deafening sound is chasing me, the screeching noise rattles something in my head but I can still not feel my body,my soul,my consciousness. Where am I ?

With a calming jerk, my body shudders and I open my eyes, but the sunlight escaping the windowpane is hurting my head right now.

I squint my eyes in confusion, half my body is still asleep but my eyes awoke, I get up steadily and feel my head bursting in pain. Finally when my back touches the bedpost, I feel my eyes opened properly and I cast a look at my surroundings.

What the hell ? What 5 star place is this ? Am I in heaven ?

The mattress was so damn soft that my hips are almost drowning in, the room was damn beautiful , the window and the look it provides. The ceilings are so beautiful it feels like it would take ages to build a room like this.

Once in my life I saw such a beautiful space, in Arjun's phone. Now I am here, but last I remember are those two men- one with no humour and intentional mischief, and the other one..... the one with dark eyes, stoic stance, beautiful lips and a hot personality, but zero manners.

They said they would take me to the hospital, and then I touched my forehead. This dressing? This means those two had taken me to the hospital and left me here.

What should I do ? Should I pretend to be unconscious and wait for someone to come, or should I go and check if somebody is there.

My hospital dress is changed, and then I remove the quilt..... THE FUCK !!!! A breathless groan leaves my mouth at my own body.

What in the world is this piece of cloth. This is a soft fabric, so soft I feel if I press more, it would melt like butter. But what traumatises me is the length of this dress, I haven't ever seen my own skin this much if not bathing.

This nightie hardly reaches my mid thighs, and it's so soft I want to eat it. Ummmmm, a sound of comfort leaves my mouth when I hug myself and feel the soft fabric.

And instantly my motion freezes, who the fuck changed my clothes ?

A whimper of shock escapes me when the doubt of any of the two men changing my clothes passes my mind.

Suddenly my body freezes in panic, my throat bobbling in hurt and my eyes welled up and I close them so the tears don't escape.

Did Rishi sahib or Ivaan change my clothes ?

Before I could complement my own overthinking and prepare a monologue for the misery I decided for myself in my head, the door opens.

I yelp in shock and hurl the quilt to my chin, holding it so tight it might tear in a bit.

A girl with a cheerful countenance looks inside with her head peeking in,"Hiiiiii !", she smiles and yells before marching inside the room.

Before I could react, she jumps on the bed and then I realise she is wearing nikkar and baniyain{guys she means shorts and a crop top but she is not used to all this }. I scrunch my face in disgust and the wave of feminism in me leaves my body for a second so I could judge this cheerful girl.

(This is Anya, 20 years of age)

those small chocolate balls which said chocolate pop.

She made a face as if she had given up on the conversation, shaking her head she said," k-pop is not something you eat Neev. Okay listen carefully, it stands for Korean popular music, is a vibrant music genre and global phenomenon originating in South Korea. It blends catchy pop, hip-hop, R&B, and electronic dance music with high-energy, synchronized choreography. Do you know what Korea is ? "

Now I make the same face expressions, how can she judge my intellect?

"Ofcourse", I said in a duh voice while scoffing and told her about it,"South and North Korea right ? Two countries, in the south East Asia. Haina", I say though I know I spoke right, I have always been interested in current affairs so I used to peep at whatever channels I could browse through in the village at anybody's place.

Anya's eyes twinkled and she grabbed my arms harshly, moving me to and fro she yelled as usual,"wowahhhhhhh Neeev ! You are damn smart."

A strange pride resides in my heart which gets pumped at her words and I straighten my imaginary collar at the words.

"Okay so you freshen up and get dressed, I have kept a pair of jeans top for you, I will be outside, all the girls are very excited to meet you , okay . After that, I tell you about kpop in details, done?"

I nod and get up and the realising what I have worn, I grab the quilt, she senses my discomfort and leaves the room smiling.

I hufff and go to the mirror by the wall and look at myself, my face looks better , I feel a bit stronger too, what did those doctors do Bhai.

I have never looked at myself this way, but this night dress, this whatever shortie this is, but it looks kinda....... Good ?

It accentuates my curves at the side, and my flat stomach looks so ..... Hot ?

I turn back to have a side glance and my back looks so sensual too.

I suddenly like this dress and a smile threatens to appear on my lips, before I could twirl I hear a krich sound and what the fuck !!

What is this man doing in my room without even knocking, "What is wrong with you Ivaaan ?", I shout and tremble back in shock.

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How was it guyssss ? Please do comment, I really want to know what you feel about the story as of now.

Neev and Ivaan would be having their first cute, intimate moment in the next chapter, so stay tuned lovesss.