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When he came to pick up his phone, Priyanka noticed that he was sad. But why? He was laughing a few minutes ago. It seemed he had more mood swings than pregnant women. Just then, she remembered that he told her that someone attempted to him. Was it still bothering him? Of course, it would be. Many people would want him to be dead because of how blessed he was.
She cursed herself for not asking how far he had gone with the investigation. What wife she would be for not caring if her husband dies or not. They were not best of friends nor lovers but they were not enemies. It won't harm to care for him.
"Sir," Priyanka drew his attention. He turned with a gloomy face and winked at her. A cold shiver ran down her spine and all she could be to smile back 'don't be foolish, Priyanka.'
"I'm ready, don't you worry. The family won't scold us" He assured her. "They loved you, especially my mother. I hope you don't steal her away from me? Please don't."
