EPILOGUE

Struggling to put on the hooks of her blouse, Anvesha huffed in anger while being clad in a blouse and underskirt. She was getting late for the day and her blouse was irritating her when her husband entered inside the closet with towel wrapped around his body. With his salt and pepper hair and grey stubble, he still looked equally drool worthy to Anvesha even after twenty three years of their marriage.

Whistling at her, he walked towards her not to help her with her blouse but to dip his face in the crook of her neck and pepper soft kisses on her body. Even after twenty three years...