Next day, Anna was coming out of the shopping mall, John was carrying all the shopping bags, his hands were fully occupied, he was having too much difficulties in moving, yet he wasn't complaining, even he was enjoying this as only he knew how much efforts he applied to make her come with him for their marriage shopping. His phone rang, and he was helpless, trying to figure out how he would receive his call when his hands weren't free.

He was still confused, while Anna picked his phone from his pant and received the call on speaker.

“ Sir, Mr D'suza is going to meet the Mafia King, King...