The darkness of Amavasya was not enough to describe the darkness clouded in her heart at her dilemma. Both the ways she lost the battle. One with herself and the other with her tough husband. And between everything Arya was at stake which made her more list.
She called the only friend she had Arnav because now it was unbearable to even think alone on this topic. As if waiting for her call only he picked in one ring,
“Preethi, I am missing my baby doll. Please comeback.”
“it looked like you were waiting for my call” she exclaimed sarcastically.
“just prayed to god that you call. Uncle aunty came, they wanted your address. Uncle wants to talk to you.”
“what happened? ferocious because his daughter sallied his reputation or momma was heartbroken then I went against my husband’s word
