(Disclaimer:- The story is not what you think while reading the first lines. So if you read, read the whole story😅)
I was ready. The last time I untangled the knot in my hair and looked at the mirror offering some self praises. I opened the glass door which creaked unexpectedly but I need not notice the door though. It was my Sanctum Santorum. Surely and shamefully I was looking for him. But this time he seemed nowhere. I sat down at my usual table no. 15 and his friend brought me my quotidian Flat white with an extra shot of Espresso. But there was some anamolous behaviour in him which appeared noticing.
When he was taking...