I can do this. I can survive this.

I stared at the tall apartment complex in front of me. The driver who came to pick me up from the airport dropped me here and is right now taking out my luggage from the car. Nervousness is filling my guts. I rubbed my hands together, tapped my feet on the ground and even bit my nails in hope to calm my senses down.

But did anything help?

No

How am I going to face him? How will he react? Will he be happy? Annoyed? Angry? Will he let me live here in peace? Will he create trouble for me? What if he throws me out of his house in annoyance?

“Miss Sharma. Can you hear me?”, I suddenly came back from my trance and looked beside me to see the driver standing there with my luggage.