Rana Anaa's cold gaze has been showing me how much he still hates me and
The way his eyes were turning red made me forget to breathe for a second but I composed myself.
If I was that old 18-year-old little girl I would be petrified of just looking into his eyes but this Nandini is capable of setting him on fire with the snap of her finger.
Turning my gaze to others, my gaze stuck at their eyes.
Guilt was the only emotion I could see in their eyes,
Their eyes are begging me, but why now?
In the past, I had many grudges against them but now seeing them I feel nothing, no hate, no anger, and no special attachment that I used to feel for them.
If seven years back they called me things would be different today. But neither they called me nor attempted to reach me.
"Can I to
