Yuvraaj's POV.

I watch my wife as she dump the green roses to the dustbin like she does everyday, her movements a little shaky, that's her anger, rage and fear.

Keeping the coffee mug aside, I stood up and walked to her, "You fine, Jahnvi?" she turned, gasping as if she didn't expect me.

"You scared me." her left palm placed just above her chest.

"I didn't mean to, darling." I cupped her face and tucked her hair strands behind her ear.

"He sent me flowers again Yuvraaj, I don't want to get scared but-."

"Did he send any threatening texts to you?" she nodded in no, her face paled...