Haven Of Love

lled with all the unspoken requirements explaini

yes. My father, Rajesh Kapoor, on the other hand, stood by the window with his back erect

the way my father had asked more questions about my future, Nikhil, my younger brothe

r drama, my mother pronounced that one line that s

d a match for

match. For me. the room blurred at the edges, my mother expectant gaze sharpening in contrast. My pules p

ice came out sharper than

that even m

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burden of finality,

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d with sarcasm. You have already decided my futur

composed but strained. My father b

ne, meera", he said,

ugh. "Right. Traditio

g her hand onto mine

ome things are just meant to be

it. "Right. Just like that. You expect

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of Raghav Mehra, has just returned to India after years of

tation, then life for his must

ntial business families in India, Arjun's path was set

uled by duty-his vocation, his educati

here emotions were spurious, in Arjun's life, it was about

ttle B

h time I refused to speakA about the terrible

sually did, as if I could distract myself from the reality that was c

ikhil stood in my room, arms c

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ry you off like it's the nineteenth c

diculous

ust-just hand me over

not a stranger. He's Arju

mean anything to me

apparently has the emotional range of a

eople say he's cold

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sucks. But what ar

mitted as I stared d

is, Nikhil." "Then don't

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to. But how do you fight a

rst Co

to meet, I categorically refus

ough - made me hate

tly miscalculat

ing in an irresistible restaurant, my parents on either side,

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