C22 T W E N T Y

“Home sweet home!” Lazily, Yuvraaj toppled on the bed. Sending a smile towards him, Anahita trudged to the dresser to smooth her already puffed hair and try a new hairdo. She began the ritual of brushing her hair.

Casting his peripheral gaze at her, Yuvraaj was silently enjoying looking at her dolling herself. Anahita put the matte cheery red lip colour on her full lips