Jiya was sitting on the floor of the room, as she pulled her legs into her arms, her back was supported by the side of the bed, her head bowing down, her eyes were blubbering, her heart filled with wrath and frustration, as the devilish smile of Virat was getting into her thoughts, again and again, made her blood to boil in rage.
"What will I do now....?... How can I escape from here...?...O.God....please....show me the way...", Jiya subconsciously murmurs herself as a drop of tear escapes from her eye.
Jiya lifted her head, and with teary-eyed looked around the room, suddenly her gaze falls on the landline of the room, she stands rapidly and runs toward the telephone, starting to dial the number, "Thanks, God.....I was so furious and upset that I didn't pay attention to this telep
