A woman was lying on the bed, her legs in the air as she voraciously devoured the printed words from Scott Smitt's horror novel "The Ruins." She was totally engrossed in what she termed as her favorite hobby of all time when she was startled by a pillow dropping on her head. 

She huffed and sat up, pinning the intruder with a deathly glare. "What's that for?" Receiving no reply, she closed the novel and scowled at her sister. "You are so annoying Bulbul, you know that right? Go away and stop disturbing me." She tried to pick up from where she left but Bulbul wouldn't let her as she snatched the novel from her hand.
"Scott Smith, the ruins," the girl read aloud. She sighed and plopped down beside her sister. "How many girls have you met that read this kind of books?"

"About a thousand, and mind you I am not a girl but a woman." Pragya clarified.

Bulbul pressed a hand to her heart and gave her a toothy grin. "I am glad you know that but what I find shocking is that you don't behave like one. You wear your hair in a ponytail, wear baggy sweats and put on that horrible glasses." She pointed to the offensive spectacles. "If only you will behave like a proper lady for once I am mighty sure that you would be married with four kids now." She finished excitedly.

Pragya snorted. "Why not seven kids? I will never get married and believe me I will be super excited if you decided to tie the knot, just make sure it is with a responsible man." She snat