Diya's POV
" WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING OVER HERE!?" she hollered in a tone that I was all too familiar with. How could I forget? When it comes to me, she prefers yelling, taunting, mocking, barking, shouting, anything but speaking. And to be honest, when I think about it there wasn't a single time where both of us had managed to have a civil conversation. Though she was barely seven the last time I saw her, we still seemed to have a strained relationship even back then.
And now as an adult, I can't think of anything but hatred that what she felt for me.
Mama and Mami, looked at her pointedly while Arjun placed his palm on my shoulder as if reminding me to not lose my cool. Cool? Yup, I am definitely cool. I sucked in a deep breath and propped my trunk, waiting for the venom that was about to spew out of her mouth.
