A week. A full week of lifelessness. Mitha had started going to the hospital. Since, she didn't want to pile up herself around a corner, to cry her life out. She wanted to be strong. However, she knew that it wasn't going to be prolonged. She knew that he had to come back to her, at the end. She could even be proud and pompous about that. Seriously, what she had thought was the gospel truth. Wherever he goes, or whatever he does; at last it is going to be she to whom he must get back.
That day, it wasn't even five in the evening; Ajay rode back home. He knew that Mitha had an operation to assist for that night. So, he was steadily sure that she wouldn't be home any soon. All of his affliction and agony, had quaffed down all of the willpower and consolidation of effort he use to have . Now
