Anya’s P.O.V.
I was standing at window in Sylvester’s room. Each and everything in here defined his identity. It’s a huge room with cream colour paint. Everything was either of cream or of black colour.
The past event of our marriage ceremony was replaying in front of my eyes. When I reached at the venue, I was nervous and somewhat hurt. Just then I saw him standing there tall and proud. He had void of emotions in his eyes. He was looking… hot… in that black suit with white shirt… My heart skipped a beat after seeing him. We were going to be soon wedded couple. Would he accept me as his wife. I didn’t have any social status like other girls he dated before. What would happen with us? What would be our future? Would I get love I dreamt?
There were so many questions in my mind when
