Other's pov:
Days rolled in to weeks so their heart cried for each other.
Once Anvitha banged his car door releasing her anger and frustration, she didn't look back. She took the first bus to Mysore to meet her parents and hug the hell out of them. She wanted warmth of being beloved. She craved for affection not to be a trophy wife. She want to be loved before she herself hate her very own existence. She doesn't want to look so low of herself in her damn own eyes. That's is the last thing she want it to happen.