*David Pov*

I entered our room and threw the necktie on the floor along with the briefcase. I brushed my hair feeling nothing but irritation.

“What happened to you now?” Parul asked, and I looked up to see her rolling her eyes and typing on her laptop.

“Is that how you ask and what you do when you see the person you love is sad or even irritated?” I asked shouting at her.

“What else should I do to the person who comes home late?” she asked shrugging.

“Why is it bothering you? I came early for one month in the beginning, but you are always busy so why should...