Keerthi was in her room,freshening up,as she hummed to herself. She wore a red top and a black track pant, moisturizing her skin as she rubbed circles on her feet as she sat on the edge of the bath tub, delaying getting out of the room as she recollected her mother in law's words.

"Vikram was looking for you. Talk to him,yeah?"

The words were simple,not really that fear worthy that she had to hide in the washroom.

But she was in no mood to talk to her husband.

Every conversation with him lead to an argument. And she had a brilliant day,she wanted it to remain the same.

She...