The speakers were blaring at the top and Yuvraaj was waiting for his wife's impenitence who had, with an outlandish move, stood stunned on the dancefloor and rushed to the powder room next instant, making him confused to his core. It was his third drink as he roved his eyes around and his head bobbed on the rhythm at his own accord along with the tapping of his foot.
 He was slightly startled by a familiar echo of cellphone ringtone buzzing around him. It was Anahita's cellphone. He dared to open her clutch and found her cellphone inside, vibrating and screaming at its loudest. Anahita was so disoriented that she had forgotten her clutch back to him and it was thrown unattended on the bar counter.
 "Who could it be?" He furrowed his eyebrows

"What?" Yuvraaj's words barely commanded Anahita's ears as she stared him with tear drenched eyes.
 "You don't know that when you were plotting to hurt me, I fell in love with you." She wailed, hiccuping. Stunned, Yuvraaj permitted himself to gawk at her openly. She was not ordinary woman who would lay her heart out before someone she doesn't care for. His brain ceased working, as if an urge to soothe her spurted in him as she rubbed her nose, making it more red than it already was. Her agony had no end.
 Yuvraaj reprimanded himself to hear her side of story before hurting her with his words. Her cheeks were stained with tears and the face she wore broke him in fragments. No other woman, apart from her, was able to embrace his gaze. No other

"Who gave this?" Anahita asked reading the note aloud. She had an idea but she wasn't going to instigate herself further to dwell over it.
 "Room no. 498."
 "Obviously, why not? How much more memorable it could be when I am receiving some kind of this generous way of thank you." She burbled sighing up and looked at the bellboy, greeting him with her best faux smile. "Thank you!"
 In cue, the bellboy nodded at her and left. Anahita chewed the inner flesh of her cheeks considering the possibility that she could do with the bunch of flowers in her hands. The feeling was unsettling. Blinking, she inhaled sharply and turned to her heels. It felt right to deliver it to the person, for she wanted to k

The speakers were blaring at the top and Yuvraaj was waiting for his wife's impenitence who had, with an outlandish move, stood stunned on the dancefloor and rushed to the powder room next instant, making him confused to his core. It was his third drink as he roved his eyes around and his head bobbed on the rhythm at his own accord along with the tapping of his foot.
 He was slightly startled by a familiar echo of cellphone ringtone buzzing around him. It was Anahita's cellphone. He dared to open her clutch and found her cellphone inside, vibrating and screaming at its loudest. Anahita was so disoriented that she had forgotten her clutch back to him and it was thrown unattended on the bar counter.
 "Who could it be?" He furrowed his eyebrows together as he glanced at the private number blinking on the screen.
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