ROSE’S POV

“Wait for me!!” I yelled running after Akbar, that was merely matching towards the garden.

From the ay he walked the tone with which he talked with earlier, I could imagine the kind of hurt and how sad he must be right now.

It’s all thanks to the goddess that the ballot has been called off, but what do we do to call it off next time?

He finally stopped before the pomegranate tree, breathing heavily, and his fists still clenched. I also stopped and approached him. ...