Author’s P. O. V.A number of workers came inside the mansion as Yash stood up; Sherlin who was feeding breakfast to Aahana stopped as she looked at Yash and then again at the workers.“Sir,” they said to Yash as he nodded at them.“Second room on the first floor,” He said as the workers started to climb on the staris as Sherlin stood up.“Yash, what is all this?” She asked; she fared what his answer was going to be. That he was throwing her out of his life.“Nothing much,” He said as noises started to echo in the whole mansion; the noises came from the second room upstairs; the room she stays in.“Sir, where should we keep this stuff?” The workers asked as Yash looked at them.“keep them in the lobby,” He said as Sherlin’s eyes filled with tears. He was throwing her out of his life, this way…“I will ask the guards to carry them downstairs,” He said as he looked at Sherlin who wiped her tears.“No need for that, I will pack my bags and walk out,” She said as Yash looked at her like s

Author’s P. O. V.“Yash?” Sherlin called his name as he stopped taking a bite of his boiled carrot and looked at the lady who was standing in front of him while her hands rested on her hips.“Yeah?” He asked as he looked at Aahana who was watching him with eyes that said, ‘What did you do dad?’“Why is there new crockery in the kitchen?” She asked as she rested her arms in front of her chest.“Umm… because we need them?” it was supposed to be an answer but it came out more like a question, Yash did not know what to do or say anymore.“Yash…” Sherin did not want to argue with him but saw a bunch of new wooden plates, pure glass mugs, cups, and glass, along with rock utensils even the plates were made of wood.And when I say wood, the wood of the finest quality.She could buy a mansion from the amount that Yash invested in crockeries.Yash

Author’s P. O. V. Zoya glanced at her wrist which was filled with thick bangles of contrasting sizes and designs still meeting with symmetry with the sliver color; she painted her nails black. She sighed, Life with Kabir Oberoi was Black all black. She wore the simple black saree that was sent by Kabir earlier this morning; It had a thin border of sliver color; the saree was beautiful with small detailing at the ends; Zoya plated the pallu (end) at her shoulder in such a way that the strapless neckline of her black blouse was seen from the side; she defined but skinny shoulders giving a nice look. She had not forgotten to apply a little bit of highlighter lotion on her arms and neck; her makeup was nude; with winged eyeliner; her crimped hair falling over her shoulder. She glanced at the clock strike at 7:11, she still had some moment before the nightmare came. Brushing her hair once again; she looked at herself; she looked just fine. 7:13 pm; She pulled the heels out of the shoe

Author’s P. O. V.“YOU—“ Zoya was about to shout at him when he undid her blouse hook too; her eyes widened even more but before the cloth around her chest could lose the grip over her breast and shoulders; Kabir held it in place with his fingers.“I will kill you,” She glared at him; the amount of anger she felt for him is already enough for her to kill him.“Not the time sweetheart but if I leave your blouse right now, it will be a show for everyone,” he said as he loosened his hand for a second; Zoya got closer to him as his chest brushed against hers.He looked into her eyes; “your image will be trained first,” he smirked as soon as she said that.“sweetheart, do not forget the last party when you fainted in the middle of signing marriage papers and people started thinking I banged you in the room too hard? If I can bear that, do you think I care of embarrassment?” He said. Zoya could see how serious he was“what do you want?” she asked as he started moving towards the side where

Author’s P. O. V.“Yash?” Sherlin called his name as she knocked on the door, as usual, it was open, Yash quickly kept Shayra’s dress aside and wiped his tears; he didn’t bother much because he knew his eyes were red.They ought to anyways; he had been n tears for the last 2 hours.Sherlin entered the room and saw him sitting on the bed; not on the floor; she looked around; the room was filled with Shayra’s photos.She could see all the memories he made with her in 3 years of their marriage. Each one of them was beautiful even if it was full of pain. It was painfully beautiful.“I needed to talk about something,” she said and took a seat taking care of her black saree.“Yeah sure, say na,” he said as he opened his eyes; Sherlin could see the reflection of the broken man in him; it has been 3 months since Shayra’s death, and he still sits alone for hours looking at her picture talking to her while he spends the night in her room with his daughter and little kitten they had grown to lov