Ananya's pov
I closed the door behind me with a soft bang, and was about to dwell myself in the agony when someone knocked. I knew it who it was, at least that's what I thought but to my utter surprise there stood the person I was least expecting to come to me.
"Mrs. Oberoi." I acknowledged my tone curt yet polite, seriously I was in no mood for any of this marriage s**t and the last thing I wanted to do was to snap at the old woman.
"How are you dear?" Her voice held one thing that I hated.
Pity, sympathy.
"I am fine. Just need some rest." My tone was firm, a clear disguised statement telling her to back off so that I could spend some time alone, but fate had other plans.
"I heard what your grandmother said." Tone laced with pity and I controlled the urge to snap.
"Mrs. Ober
