aashika wore her saree as she looked at the mirror one last time before she went out of the room to go downstairs.
Viraj, Raisha, vikram, shankar, Abir, Meenakshi and Shakshi were seated on the dinning table as aashika made her way to them.
Viraj heard clicking of heels before he turned his head in the direction of stairs as he saw his jaan dressed in a baby pink color saree.
she was carrying herself gracefully but her face screamed anger and innocence at the same time.
Viraj frowned at the reason of her anger well, from yesterday she had been approaching him with a smile but now she had the look of angry young man... oops woman.
when aashika saw Raisha sitting next to her husband her blood boiled, the same old burn of jealousy made its way to her heart..
she never liked Raisha
