Divya's POV -
I open the door of our home and plop my hand bag on the sofa sitting on the cushions softly.
Kaustubh rarely used to go that direction, there is no market there it leads to an airport but that all to it. Even when we are out together just for a fun ride we used to ride near the lakeside that's at other fag end of the city. Maybe I am thinking a bit too much. Kaustubh is a grown man, he doesn't need validation from me as to where he must go or not. Also there could be other technical issues with my phone too. Its been doing weird stuff lately need to ask my hubby about this. Oh my God, Vishala has really altered my brain wiring with her stupid pep talk about too much trust on my husband and her blah blah.
I walk towards ur bedroom and look at my reflection in the mirror.
