TEASER:
Only a few minutes after everyone had left, Harsh came running into the room. "Ma'am these came for you." He handed her a bouquet of roses. Geet didn't even bat an eyelash as she told Harsh to leave the room. It was no surprise to her because these roses would come every other day like clockwork.
It was only as Harsh left that she brushed her hands across the roses. They were beautiful, testament to nature's magnificence. The blood red coloured ones were interspersed with beautiful sunset coloured roses.
Geet could feel the familiar ache in her heart as she pulled out the envelop attached to the bouquet. Steeling herself she forced herself to read the familiar words.
Dear Geet,
I love you,
Maan.
Geet pressed a light kiss onto the card with a troubled sigh and opened up her drawer to put it next to all the other messages he had sent.
