&quot;Home sweet home!&quot; Lazily, Yuvraaj toppled on the bed. Sending a smile towards him, Anahita trudged to the dresser to smooth her already puffed hair and try a new hairdo. She began the ritual of brushing her hair.
 Casting his peripheral gaze at her, Yuvraaj was silently enjoying looking at her dolling herself. Anahita put the matte cheery red lip colour on her full lips, posing a seductive pout which had nothing to do with the seduction. &quot;Anahita!&quot; Yuvraaj crooned. Her name melting like a piece of marshmallow in his mouth.
 &quot;Hmm&hellip;&quot; She responded without darting her eyes off the mirror and pursed her lips, correcting the colour with tissue.
 &quot;Do y

"Selfish pig!" Anahita curses, groaning and her eyes throws daggers at calmly sitting yuvraaj who is busy in a conference on his laptop.
 She whirls back to the sea and occludes the urge to strangle him. The swing in the balcony is her mourning room. Whenever she's low or feeling down, she sits on the wooden plank and wraps her hands around her knees, spending hours in pitying herself and cursing her husband.
 "It was all his tactic and I, being innocent tad, fell into his trap." She pities herself and her face drops, she looked down at her feet in the sand and absentmindedly swings them, "Swine. I was not wrong when I said I hate him. He's a heartless monster."
 She retains calling him names.

After coming out, Anahita was certain that the door which separated their bedroom and bathroom of the suite Yuvraaj had booked, transported her into another world altogether. In the mirror world actually where everything was same yet completely opposite at the sometime.
 Wearied, she considered that it could've probably happened when she entered the bathroom because when she came out, Yuvraaj was a whole different person. And now, when she recalled what happened, she was sure that her notions were perfectly correct. Gawking at his sinfully handsome face, Anahita contemplated on shaking him up from his slumber but could she be that cruel? Her fingers touched her lips as if they were trying to believe that whatever happened a few minutes back was real. The moment Anahita came out of the bathr

&quot;Home sweet home!&quot; Lazily, Yuvraaj toppled on the bed. Sending a smile towards him, Anahita trudged to the dresser to smooth her already puffed hair and try a new hairdo. She began the ritual of brushing her hair.
 Casting his peripheral gaze at her, Yuvraaj was silently enjoying looking at her dolling herself. Anahita put the matte cheery red lip colour on her full lips, posing a seductive pout which had nothing to do with the seduction. &quot;Anahita!&quot; Yuvraaj crooned. Her name melting like a piece of marshmallow in his mouth.
 &quot;Hmm&hellip;&quot; She responded without darting her eyes off the mirror and pursed her lips, correcting the colour with tissue.
 &quot;Do you have camera?&quot; Yuvraaj queried, flinging his cellphone on the bed and came closer to her.

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