Armaan's pov:
I walked into my room and sat on the bed, my gaze falls on my wedding picture.
Angie, my beautiful Angie....this life is so tough without her. I removed my clothes and walk into the washroom to take shower, cold water calmed my heated veins.
I closed my eyes and that day appeared in my mind when I and Angie got kidn*pped.
Angie and my relationship were so complicated since the beginning, I never thought that One day I fall in love with Angie. She was a Daddy's little girl type of person. Her father had brought her up with so much care and spoiled her with so much love.
American blood flowed into her veins but by looking at her manners, her elegance, her innocence no one can say that she isn't Indian.
Angie never liked me from the beginning, and she showered her an
