"I owe you no explanation" adjusting the phone between his left ear and neck, Vihaan spoke on the phone.
Removing his shoe while sitting on his bed, Only one per cent of his mind was on the conversation, rest on the further things he was going to do.
He walked toward the full view mirror and, roaming his right hand on his hair as a habit, he starts, unbuttoning his shirt.
He stopped after unbuttoning the top two-button, the anger and frustration evident on his face.
"It was a mutual decision, Kritika! We decided to break up after discussing with each other." hastening the process of unbuttoning, he jerks it off from his body and toss it somewhere on the bed.
He was in no mood to deal with anyone of them.
