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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