He stormed out. And the door shivered banging continuously. She barged into her room and dropped on the bed. Hugging the pillow, she wept. Inconsolably. Rubbing her running nose and wiping her tears, she remembered her mother’s words “There will always be a difference between a boyfriend and a husband….” She had coolly remarked “Abhi [...]
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