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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