Other's pov:

Words can be a sword which would dug deep into heart and let it bleed and also it can be cure to the wounded heart.... wounded soul....

But in case of Sagar, Anvitha word is like a hot knife which dug deep in his heart making it squeeze in pain and mourn sorrow.

Her words still ring in his ear and messing up his brain.

To add fuel to already burning Sagar, Tanya entered his study with envelop and placed on his table. He glared at her hoping she would understand that he has no time for her stupid indulgent behaviour in name of prank.

"What is this...