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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