“I know they are a part of the traditional wedding vows. And I meant them,” Arko murmured as he took note of the pink colour spreading over her cheeks.
“Arko, do you even believe in them or just wording them without even aware of their significance?” Miloni asked.
“Of course, I believe in them. What do you think I am Mil?” Arko asked with a touch of annoyance.
“Player?” Miloni replied, wanting to maintain a distance with Arko. If not, she knew she would succumb to his charm which would ultimately break her heart.
“Oh, come on Mil, you must know now that I am not one…” he said.
Miloni shrugged, recalling her chief’s account of Bani.
“Arko, the attack on you in Athens was organized by Bani,” she thought it would be better to warn Arko.
“What? Bani? But why?” a stunned Arko asked, una
