Chapter 14It is the same! –for, be it joy or sorrow
The path of its departure still is free;
‘Man’syesterday may ne’er be like his morrow
Nought may endure but Mutability.
— Mutability by P. B. Shelby
As the jeep drove Aashi to the front entrance of Raj’s farmhouse, Aashi could not help but marvel at what she saw. Every inch of R.S. Farms was designed and decorated in a way to display luxury at its best. From the driveway that led to the farm, to the farmhouse itself, everything was neat, trim and luxurious. Instead of the simple cottage like in the Retreat, the farmhouse here was a grand structure, blazing white with rows of windows boasting the numbers of rooms that it had.
And right in front of it was standing the most handsome man in the world, waiting just for her.
‘Hi, and wel
