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Anahita was pacing in her room back and forth, her whole face was red. Red that was said to be the colour of love and anger. Provided the circumstances, Anahita chose to be with the second block of red. All she felt was unnerving anger towards her twerp husband who had bluntly suggested to make reservations of air tickets for their honeymoon.

"Baba, I was thinking we should hurry up with our honeymoon because after a month, I will be extremely busy with my projects and I think I will hardly get time for any kind of vacations. I don't want Anahita moping around and Aai buzzing in my ear. So, I think we should make reservations now." Yuvraaj broached up during dinner.

Anahita coughed menacingly, letting everyone believed that she wouldn't survive after it and the plan of honeymoon would be mouldered until Yuvraaj rubbed her back almost sedu