C23 T W E N T Y O N E

"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