"Who put the lock on it" Was all she asks with so much of the anger that the servant just stood there standing with their head bend down, not daring to even look at her face, trembling in fear.
Tears silently made their way out her eyes, and her lips quivered in pain as she tried to stop her sobs within her but she couldn't. She couldn't stop and she cried, screaming, shouting and calling for the servant who was at the door standing within a minute. She like a wounded tigress walked to them and places a tight slap on to each one of them and screamed asking only one question "who did this?"
"pyar...wo pyar kaise ho sakta hai...it was all a compromising for both of us from the beginning." said Geet.
"No, it wasn't! Do you hear me, It wasn't. It was for me, but not for you. Despite my hatred, the humiliations, and the pain I gave you, you still loved me. Loved me, whole heartily, if it wasn't your love, I wouldn't have fallen for you Mishty"
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