"Why! Why do you always misunderstand her? ", Viraj questioned his own self as he slammed his hand on the wall of his office room.
His guilt was slowly transforming into rage over his own self and even though he might not admit it now yet the tears from Hridaya's eyes did something deep to him, making it difficult for him to even breathe properly.
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