"What?" I almost yelled in horror. "Who is he to decide for me?" I stared at my bestfriend in utter disbelief. I couldn't understand her blind belief over a stranger. She was supporting him over me. That was pissing me off!
"Your husband," came the mocking respond from the devil himself. I glared at him while he smirked. "The bags aren't pack yet?" He raised his brow in question as he glanced at the suticase which was wide open. "My staff had worked hard to pack those stuff," he showed disappointment. "They would be highly pissed on having to work again," he mentioned as he walked towards his wardrobe.
Whatever I am, whoever I am, is due to the readers who read this book. Your support has been a great source of strength on my hard days. I feel valued, capable, and talented because of the constant support you all have showered on me. I am nothing without you. You're my extended family. Thanks for always supporting me... Sanjh
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