After changing into a saree which she promised herself never to wear, she steps into Armaan's cabin.
Holding the handle of her luggage she was about to leave but noticed the extra frame over Armaan's desk.
Last time it was Nandini who arranged his desk.
She recalled that time when Armaan refused to work on this position but when she twisted her finger he agreed.
She don't want to go near his table but still, her feet took her to his gigantic table.
Picking up the extra frame, when Nandini twirled it
a knot formed in her throat making it difficult for her to breathe.
Clenching her jaw her grip tightened over the frame.
She raised the frame in the air to break it but halted herself at the right moment.
*Why?
Why Am feeling like this,
I have no right to feel like th
