Anant was standing in front of the mirror, struggling with his tie. Dressed in brown pants and a black shirt, his personality exuded confidence. He turned to look at Rahi.
"Good morning," his slow and captivating voice reached her ears.
Rahi rose from the bed, deliberately ignoring him.
"Rahi," Anant uttered her name again.
Approaching Rahi, he took out his wallet and pulled out a card, extending it towards her. Rahi looked at him with anger.
"This is my bank card. Passward is your birthdate."
Rahi glanced at the first two open buttons of his shirt. Below the handsome yet somber face, a tie hung loosely around his chest, loosely wrapped around his neck. His eyes gleamed with a certain radiance, yet there was also a calmness on his face. Even in the presence of such striking handsomen
