Chapter Forty Eight

Mark had gone to Kamsi's wardrobe the next day after she did her charity movement. There were not many clothes there. There were some clothes thrown carelessly on a cushion in the room and some still in a big box but that was not enough.

He knew Kamsi, she was not much of a fashion person but as she resumed working, she loved to dress good and dress differently each day. He could not understand why she would give out clothes she had not used for long.

It worried him so much coupled with the tone she now used on him. He felt he could have lowered...