The bronze metallic colour was appearing back after being suppressed by the charcoal night promising to shine like a gold this time.

　　Augustus looked at Ritha who was in her own distinct land. Her eyes held worry, fury, compassion and empathy at the same time. He knew that she was fretting over the girl and it was evident from her eyes. He stiffled his yawn and brushed Ritha’s hair which was falling on her head. Feeling her husband’s touch, she passed him a genuine smile.

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　　“Stop worrying about it. She will get justice and this is my promise to you. You can do what you want to do with...