The serene and spiritual ambience of the temple didn’t do anything to calm the hurricane which was bubbling inside her. The ringing sound of temple bells was matching with the rhythm of her heartbeat. Perspiration beads form on her forehead which she wipes off carelessly with the end of her dupatta. Riddhima was seating beside her sister, Avi and looked warily at her parents who look little sceptical. Joining there both palms in respect with their eyes close, they were chanting some mantras. The astrologer was busily looking through Riddhima and Abhimaan horoscope.
The crease was forming on his forehead as he carefully reading our horoscope. Two or three times he looks at them but didn’t utter a word as he seems reluctant. It’s been two hours since they reach there. All the way, Riddh
