*Third POV*
"Please tell me you are kidding me, what I saw can't be real if it means your screw is really loose," Viddhi said, walking back and forth in the back garden of the white house.
Making Anjali open her mouth then close it again in which one option she should say to her best friend. For now, both of them seem to apply to her.
"Li why-why would you kick him from all the people here in this entire world," Viddhi asked Anjali to struggle on her shoulder in response.
"I told you already the entire storyline what has really happened na" Anjali mumbles lying upon the seat looking up towards the night sky. Towards the moon shining brightly above her as the cold icy wind brushes upon her cheeks turning her nose red.
