Abigail pov contd.
The grip of his hands tightened on my hands and no matter how much I tried, I could not seem to get rid of it.
His eyes were looking at me with some anger that I could not understand what happened.
I thought we had a conversation like good friends then where did this anger come from.
"Why are you doing this to me? Behaving as if you know me since ages? And why do you care if I get success or not?" His tone and words did not sit well with me as he was looking visibly angry.
"Since we are working together, We should be friends. What was so wrong with that?" I retorted back with the same anger he was showing me.
"Really? Then tell me, why are you so stressed? Why do you keep pushing yourself so much? I have seen you practicing like crazies in the middle of the night or in the early morning even when your father had not started practicing.
