It was six in the evening and yet, it looked dark, dark enough to be called midnight. October had ended and, the winters had started approaching.
The birds had gone back to their nest, leaving behind a silence, utter silence.
The Rathore mansion stood arrogantly in the midst of it just like its owner.
Parking his Audi in the parking area of Rathore mansion, Vansh did not come out of it, immediately. He remained seated on the driving seat, his attention focuses on his phone in his hands, to be precise on the display photo of w******p of Shanaya.
The thought of calling her, asking her if she is fine was too much, he was on the verge of dialling her number, just like every time.
But, he stopped, just like every time.
Instead, he focuses his attention once more on her display pic.
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