As amiable gust of breeze caressed her languid frame, she became nostalgic, the last episode she enjoyed with Yuvraaj in waters caricatured in her mind. The phosphorescent surface of water enticed her and a sob spurted out of her mouth. She was missing him. She was still missing the curse of her life. She knew how happy they were. She knew it was bliss. Momentarily. And the moment was gone, they were back to square one.
 "I hate you bloody Yuvraaj Prakash." She muttered, despondently and kicked the waves. "You don't even trust me but still, I love you, moron. You're a bastard, sonuvabitch. I fucking hate you. Why the hell do you have to be the one who always hurts me?"
 Defeated, she collapsed on her rare and dragged her knees closer to her c

Gasps left her throat as Anahita intook the cataclysmic room and her eyes narrowed, doubled to its size in horror. She covered her mouth in fear as she witnessed their suitcases thrown at the extreme ends of the room with their contents scattered all over the room. Some of his stuff was ruined brutally, for instance, his deodoriser, hair gel, even her favourite watch. Mattress was sprawled on the ground and cushions were tamped in the small void between wardrobe and wall. She did a quick review of the hotel property being damaged but was relieved that it was not up to the mark where they had to pay for it.
 A part of her stuttered like a leaf but another part was relieved a bit. At least, he tried to vent out his anger. If he was bottling it up, it could've been more dangerous than the deba

"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

As amiable gust of breeze caressed her languid frame, she became nostalgic, the last episode she enjoyed with Yuvraaj in waters caricatured in her mind. The phosphorescent surface of water enticed her and a sob spurted out of her mouth. She was missing him. She was still missing the curse of her life. She knew how happy they were. She knew it was bliss. Momentarily. And the moment was gone, they were back to square one.
 "I hate you bloody Yuvraaj Prakash." She muttered, despondently and kicked the waves. "You don't even trust me but still, I love you, moron. You're a bastard, sonuvabitch. I fucking hate you. Why the hell do you have to be the one who always hurts me?"
 Defeated, she collapsed on her rare and dragged her knees closer to her chest, being unmindful of the waves drenching her slacks and making her shudder. Soon enough, her bod

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