"Damn b***h, you look hot with tanned legs" Hailey whistles checking Vrishali out. Vrishali winked at Hailey applying the nude lipstick.
"Missed wearing my type of clothes," Vrishali said looking at herself in the mirror. She is wearing a cotton black camisole, denim shorts and a fluffy cardigan.
She didn't remove her mangalsutra, it looks like a cute chain. Even she thought of removing it she couldn't. She switched her wedding ring to her right hand.
She remembered Padmanabh, back in India she felt like an Indian princess and here she felt like Vrishali... The social butterfly Vrishali.
She got a message from him to which she replied. She switched to her old number and messaged him the number.
She tried to keep her mind busy with other thoughts but she can't help but think about him
