"Come to the main point." Amayra roared.
" They fucked each other." He explained in the most simplest term to her, leading to her rage soaring high. She threw the shiny, glassy , wooden table on the ground, shattering the black shiny glass into pieces.
Then, she threw all the items placed in the side table, along with the sidetable. She even threw the shirt of Raj in the fireplace. She throw all the books in the woodencase into the ground. All the cushions were thrown here and there. The lamps were broken and the glassy windows had big crack in them, bringing the cold breeze in it.
Within few minutes, the warm, cozy house turned into a big mess. More cool breezes come inside, passing through her cooling her. Once she return to her normal, cute, cool, state. She found the nearby chair and sat down there quietly.
