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The light breeze caressed her skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh, crisp air. It was seven in the morning. The orange and pink hues were fading and the sky was turning blue. She woke up almost an hour ago. She gazed at him for a long time. And one thing she couldn't help but admit even though she disliked him with every bone in her body that he was a handsome man. That was the difference in them. She was a girl, a mere twenty years old, immature girl who was married to him, a mature handsome man.

When she was looking around the house, she saw couple of people in the kitchen and they introduced themselves as house help. The chef made her a cup of tea and she came in the garden to enjoy the peaceful silence. She grabbed the cup and walked inside.

"Anya"

She looked up and saw him standing at bottom of staircase. He looked like he'd just woken up. He came near her on two strides

"Where were you? "