Kirti stepped out of the bathroom, teeth chattering like wind-up toys. She was violently shivering, aggressively thrashing her wet hair with a towel in a desperate bid to dry it.

"Hadhh hai yaar! What do you mean we can’t even go onto our own damn terrace?! How am I supposed to dry my hair now? I’m literally freezing to death here!" she mumbled to herself, her voice dripping with pure irritation.