Tanvi was burning in anger as she slammed the door shut. Her eyes had turned glossy and treacherous tears were streaming on her beautiful face. She was not angry at the old grandmother of this family after all, she appreciated the old lady for supporting her when she needed the most. The old matriarch of the Singhanias had understood her feelings when she was at the verge of ruing her married life.

Today she was furious at her husband who had audacity to tease her when his grandmother was reprimanding her like a two year old child. Normally, she had let the matter pass but tonight, her husband had passed...