Nitya was standing in front of the mirror trying to drape a black organza saree. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall and she knew it won’t be long before Shivansh came. Her happy mood was getting sad with each second passing. She was excited about her dinner date with her husband but it looked like everything was going in vain.

She tried to drape the saree but due to the fabric, its pleats were all disheveled and not set properly no matter how hard she tried. She frustratedly took off the saree and threw it on the bed as she sat there with tears almost on the bay. All her excitement had already flown when she heard a knock.