Anjali Book Novels & Stories

She went to the kitchen door as if her legs did not want to move. Anjali was sitting with a cup of tea and biscuits on a tray with her hands on her cheeks. The lamp is burning. But she felt different now as she lit the fire of the nearby wood wool. Anuska thought her mother's face looked exactly like Kali's if she put her tongue inside her mouth. Anjali picked up the tray and said, 'Please take it to the outer room and put it on the table. A drop of tea should not fall on the tray. People should keep the dish dry while serving tea.'

Anya had already found a better house for her and Andrew, which was closer to her law firm and the school. As we both dozed off, I kept thinking about having children and hearing their tiny giggles in our home. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.