Just when she discovered she hadn’t returned his blazer, she promptly called for a cab and scooted back while admitting, “We're not done yet. The blazer, it’s the sign. Or, maybe I do want to be with the devil... Maybe.”
THE GUESTHOUSE, LONDON.
Marco grasped the wall with the help of his palms and moved forward. Since he had been drenched in the cold water of the fountain for some time, he had gotten a cold. He pushed the button for the lift, and then went inside.
Aaradhya showed up trotting in the lobby momentarily. The guest house seemed incredibly appealing to the senses with its aesthetically pleasing design from the outside, and cosy impression of a home from inside.
The floor was tiled in fine marble, which made every step echo. A chandelier made rainbow colours dance across
