"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.

Sun sunk lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night. Air became cooler and sharp shadow of the lamppost faded into the dark of the sidewalk. Only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark and a close silence prevailed in the dim evening light.
 Anahita was done getting ready in supersonic speed before Yuvraaj could change his mind. She settled with a short white crochet dress, throwing a a beige trench coat over her slender figure. It came till her thighs ergo she selected boots to go with her attire. Taking out hot pink lipstick, she coloured her lips attentively and slipped a pearl bangle in one hand while her another wrist was cuffed with wrist watch.
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&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.
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"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. It has been three days, she has set her foot out their Villa except for dinner and a lazy wander. S

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