"Fuck. My. Fucking. Life."

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"So, this is my home." I told Meera, as we reached my house. She looked up at my house with big eyes, nodding subconsciously.

"Come," I gestured for her to follow me inside. As I took her two bag from her hands. For a girl runnning away, she sure packed a lot of luggage.

Explaining to my family why I brought her here would be one thing. But I know they'll understand. I just couldn't leave her alone like that.

She was new to the city, a city she most probably had never thought she'd visit. At least not in such circumstances. She didn't know anyone else. On top of that, she had run away from her home.

She definitely has some guts to do that.

We were walking towards my house when suddenly she haulted in her steps, making me stop as well. I turned towards her with a confusing stare.

She looked at me, "What will we tell your parents?" She spoke suddenly, making me frown.

"What do you mean?" My face scrunched in confusion.

She clicked her tongue, "I mean, what will we tell them about me being here?" She pressed each word as if she was examing a child how to do basic multipication.

"The truth." I deadpanned, giving her a 'duh' look.

She exhaled, biting her inner cheek, "No. We can't tell them the truth." She said, and I frowned. "Why?"

Her face scrunched, her forehead pressing in two lines. "Accha nhi lagta. Agar hum unhe bataiyenge ki hum ghar se bhage hai toh kya sochenge woh humare bare mein." Her tone was worried. "Aur aisi ladki ko kon apne ghar mein rakhna chahega."

[It's doesn't sound good. If I tell them that I ran away, what will they think of me? / and who'll let such a girl live in their house?]

I sighed. "Meera, my family is not judgemental. And it's not like you ran away after something bad, right? We'll tell them the truth, and I know they'll understand. Trust me." I tried to give her reassurance.

"I don't really trust you since you're still a stranger. But okay, fine, I don't have much of a choice, I guess." She said, shaking her head, sighing.

Excuse me?

That was blunt. You could've just said a simple 'okay' why all of this theory?

I shook my head and followed after her as she turned to move towards my house. I rang the bell. No one answered for a while. I was about to ring again when the door opened, revealing Charvi.

Her eyes widened, dancing between Meera and me. She gasped, covering her mouth. I was about to say something when she yelled in a loud voice. "Papa!"

Why the hell was she shouting? And papa, seriously? Why was she calling out for him of all people. I was again about to say something-

"Veer bhaiya ne shaadi karli!"

What. The. Heck.

I looked at her horrified. Meera and I exchanged a look, and her expressions were the same as mine. What was she saying? Marriage? Me? Papa? Was she trying to get me killed?

Fuck. My. Fucking. Life.

...

The whole family sat there, glaring at the certain duo in front of them. The glares were mainly directed towards their son, who was sitting their holding his cheek.

Yeah, his cheek, that was now red due to the impact of the slap that he got just a few minutes ago by Tarun.

For the past 15 minutes, he was trying to make his family understand that they had misunderstood, but whenever he opened his to say something, someone also beat him up to it.

Meera and Veer were now sitting on the couch with Veer's family surrounding them, throwing glares at Veer.

Meera hadn't dared to open her mouth or even look up at everyone. Her gaze was fixed on her lap. She could feel a certain intense gaze fixed solely on her, but she didn't dare look up.

"Beta, ladki pasand thi toh bata deta na. Hum mana thodi karte shadi karvane ke liye." Radha broke the silence, staring at her son with angry yet worried eyes.

[If you liked the girl, you could've just told us. We weren't going to refuse you for marriage, you know.]

"Mom, there's nothing like-" Veer again tried to justify his side of the story. But only if someone listened.

"Why would ge have told us, Radha? Who are we to him? He'll do as he please. The rest of us can go to hell for all he cares, right?" Tarun's sharp voice echoed through the hallway. Hus glare fixed at Veer.

Veer clicked his tongue in frustration. Why wasn't anyone giving him the chance to speak? They've already the worst without hearing anything.

"Papa, listen to what I have to say. I didn't-"

"Bhaiya, you could've at least told me. I would've helped you out. I had planned so many things for your wedding." Charu complained, cutting Veer off.

Radha's eyes landed on Meera, who was fidgeting with the hem of her odhani, unsure of what to say. "Do your parents know about this?" She asked her tone was not harsh, but it's wasn't exactly soft either.

Meera finally looked up, only to look down the next moment. "About what, mam?" She asked in a low voice. This wasn't what she expected. How could they think they were married?

"Ye jo kand kiya hai tum dono ne." Dadi chimed in between, glaring back and forth at the Meera, as well as Veer.

[This little stunt that you pulled.]

Meera shook her head. "No, mam, you're-"

"Lo bhaga ke laya hai ladki ko? Satyanash, yahi din dekhna baki reh gya tha ab." Radha hit her head dramatically, shaking her head in distaste, cutting Meera off before she could finish.

[You eloped her from her house? This was the day left to see in my life now]

Tarun gritted his teeth. "You don't earn a single penny. How do you think you will feed her, huh?" His harsh words cut through the air like a knife.

Veer had had enough. He groaned in frustration, standing up abruptly, startling everyone. "Enough!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Will someone let me explain, or are you just gonna throw accusations my way? Before even letting me explain the situation, you all are assuming the worst on your own." He snapped, glaring at each one of them.

"What is there left to explain?" Tarun scoffed.

"Everyone!" Veer huffed. "Look at her," Veer pointed towards Meera. "Can you see sindoor in her head or a nuptail chain around her neck?" He reasoned.

Everyone looked at Meera from top to bottom. It was true. There weren't any such sighs of marriage. Everyone felt silent momentarily.

"Exactly!" Veer pressed. "Now, can I explain my side of the story, or do you guys just want to dwell in your baseless accusations?"

Tarun gave him a sharp look. "Fine. Justify. But it better be a good justification."

"Thank you, your honor." He gritted out.

"Her name is Meera. And no, we both didn't get married. Nor have I eloped her from her house." Veer explained, his voice firm emphasizing each and every word aggressively.

"Then who is she? And why did you bring her here with you? Are you both dating? And what's with the bags?" Charu chimed in between, eyeing her bags and clothes.

Veer huffed, throwing his hands up in defeat, flopping back on the couch, beside Meera. "Will someone let me complete a single sentence in this house?"

Meera, looking at drama in their household, happening due to her, decided to step in and clear all of it herself. "Mam, let me explain." She said, finally up towards Tarun and Radha.

Their expressions softened, hearing her soft voice as they looked at her, waiting for her to explain. "Hum ajmer se hai, yaha apni padhai ke liye aaye the." She started, briefing glancing at their expressions.

[I am from Ajmer. I came here to pursue education]

"Lekin aate hi kuch aadmi humare piche pad gaye, jabardasti karne lage. Woh toh Mahadev ki kripa se jaise taise bhag nikle hum yaha se." She said, and everyone's expressions softened.

[But as soon as I steeped foot here, some men started harassing me. Though I managed to escape by the grace of Mahadev]

"Oh dear, thank god, you managed to escape." Radha said with compassion and relief.

"But then how did you meet Veer bhaiya?" Charu asked curiously, looking too interested in the story.

"Woh hum bhagte-bhagte inki bike se takra gaye." Meera said. A series of gasps followed right after by the ladies of the house.

[I bumped into his bike while running]

"Are you alright? Did you get hurt somewhere?" Charu asked, wide-eyed. "Is that why he brought you here to pay for your damage and medical expenses."

Veer bit his inner cheek in annoyance. "She didn't exactly bump into my bike, alright. Break laga liya tha maine." He said gruffily, puffing his cheeks.

[I applied break on time]

Meera nodded. "Ji, woh toh bhala ho inka, inhone bachaya hume unlogo se." As soon as the words escaped her mouth. Veer sat up straight, clearing his throat proudly, shrugging his collar smugly.

[Yeah, god bless him, he helped me from those men]

Everyone bit their inner cheek, realising their mistake. "I already knew my son couldn't do any such thing." Radha glanced at her son proudly.

Veer scoffed. "Ye jhootha pyaar na apne baki baccho ko dekhana. Tab yeh baat yaad nhi aayi jab aapke pati ne aapke bete ke kaan ke niche thappad jad diya tha?" He asked, feigning offense and hurt.

[Show this fake love to your other children. Where was this love when your husband slapped the hell out of your son just a few moments ago?]

"But why did you bring her here instead of dropping her to her house?" Dadu spoke for the first time in the whole conversation.

"Because she has nowhere to go." Veer deadpanned. A line of confusion creased through everybody's forehead.

"Hum batate hai," Meera volunteered and proceeded to tell them everything, how she had initially planned on going to Delhi to join the law university there, but accidentally ended up here, in Agra. She didn't know anyone here, nor was this the city she had visited prior in the past. She deliberately left off the part where she had run away from home.

[Let me brief you]

"I asked him to drop me to a nearby hotel, but he said that might not be safe as this was a totally new and unknown city for me. So he asked me to come to his house with him. He said his father was a lawyer himself and owned a law college, so I agreed." She paused before continuing.

"But I can always leave if it's a bother." She added quickly. Her voice low-almost hesitant.

A selfish part of her hoped that they wouldn't refuse. But another part of her didn't want to pressurize them into a situation where they were torn between want for personal space and an act of kindness.

So, yeah, she was offering them an escape from their own kindness.

There was silence for a brief moment. That felt so heavy to Meera. She could feel herself getting crushed underneath it. She looked down, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, unsure whether she was reassuring them or herself.

"What rubbish, of course, you can stay here." Dadu was the first one to break the silence. His silence brought a flicker of hope in Meera's eyes.

"What? What are you saying, Papa? How can we allow an unknown girl to stay in our house without even knowing anything about her? What if she robs us and runs away while we are asleep?" Radha expressed her worries bluntly, not bothering about Meera's presence in the same room.

Meera sighed. In a way, Radha was right in her place to be skeptical about her. Who would give shelter to a stranger in their house without any knowledge about their background?

"I get that, Radha. But learn to read the eyes. Words can betray but eyes never. And her eyes are pure and honest." Dadu explained, his words laced with experience and wisdom. "And would you really not help a alone girl with nowhere to go?"

Radha stayed silent. True, Meera didn't look the type to do such thing. But looks can betray. And this was too much of a risk to judge it based on looks.

Veer sighed. "Exactly, mumma, come on, we're better than that. Would you like her to be the next episode of crime petrol instead, huh?"

All eyes snapped to Veer as he said that. A strange fear crawled in Meera's chest. What if they refused and she really...? No, no, no, Meera, don't go that way. Nothing will happen. Despite that, a strange dread coursed through her body.

Meera took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her palms dig in her wrist, and her eyes fall on her lap again.

"Shut up, Veer." A deep yet familiar voice spoke. Meera looked up only for her eyes to widen. What was he doing here? The mysterious D. Meera's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Dadu and Veer are right, mom. And she won't do any such thing." Dhruv spoke with an unwavering confidence. Everyone looked at him. Dhruv taking a girl's side was new. Very new.

"How do you know that?" Tarun asked, narrowing his eyes. His lawyer instincts kicing in.

Before Dhruv could reply-

"You?!" Meera exclaimed, looking at Dhruv with surprise written all over her face. This was the first time she had noticed him since she came inside their house.

Dhruv's expressions, although didn't change much. His face was neutral, expressionless even. Yes, he was initially surprised seeing Meera there and all the marriage nonsense. But now it all made sense. This girl and her zero survival skills.

"You two know each other?" Veer asked, glancing between the said two, his brow raising and furrowing at the same time.

"Yes." Dhruv's reply was short and curt.

"How?" Charu chimed in between. Out of everyone, she seemed to be the most excited one about the unraveling situation.

"We traveled in the same berth from Ajmer to here. He was sitting on the seat in front of me." Meera explained politely.

Dhruv turned towards his family. "I know her, Ma, Papa, you don't have to doubt her. And will we not help a person in need? Are we that callous?" Dhruv turned to his parents. A girl who was ready to give ₹500 in exchange for ₹100 couldn't possibly steal. Now, can she?

"Are you sure, Dhruv?" Tarun asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't worry, sir, I won't steal anything. In fact, I'll even pay for my expenses. I won't touch any of your things. I won't trouble anyone. I won't talk to anyone. I'll keep my distance and not talk unless it's totally necessary, I swear." She said in a rush, the words tumbling out faster than she intended.

"Please, Sir, Mam, let me stay here at least until I get a hold of this city, and then I'll leave on my own, I swear."

She said earnestly, her hands clasped in front of her, voice trembling ever so slightly. Her gaze flicked from one face to the other, searching for any hint of acceptance, her pride held together with fraying threads.

She didn't want to sound desperate, but the words felt too heavy with hope to hide it. After what happened earlier, yes, she was scared.

A heavy silence settled in the living room.

Everyone turned towards Tarun.

Tarun studied her for a long moment, arms crossed, his brows drawn tight-not out of anger, but thought. His lawyer's mind was already picking her apart, assessing risks, motives, and the credibility behind every word.

"No need for all that," he finally said, his tone firm but not unkind. "We don't throw people out on the street here. But this house runs on respect and routine. Is that okay with you?"

Meera nodded quickly, relief flashing in her eyes. She didn't want to trouble them, nor was her pride satisfied with her earlier plea. But beggars can't be choosers, they say.

That was it.

Tarun's decision was the final decision in their house. If he said she was staying, that means she was staying.

"Radha, give her the guest room beside Veer and Dhruv's room." He said and left from there.

Everyone turned towards Meera again, who straightened in all the attention. "Hum sach mein chor nhi hai." She mumbled in a low voice.

[I swear, I'm not a thief]

Everyone chuckled except Dhruv. "No one is doubting you anymore, child. Relax." Dadi said warmly with a smile, her earlier hostile demeanor long forgotten. Meera smiled in relief.

Amisdst all, Veer smacked Charu's head, who yelped and glared at him. "Who was that for?" She hissed.

"You were the one who brought this whole marriage idea in everyone's mind, right? Why would you think we had gotten married, huh?" Veer interrogated, narrowing his eyes.

"Arre, so, what was I supposed to think? You showed up here with a girl at this hour, and she was carrying bags in such clothes." Charvi tried to reason, explaining her side. Although the explanation was totally rubbish.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Meera asked, frowning, titling her head to inspect her clothes.

"I meant no offense," Charu quickly justified. "It's just you're wearing this ghagra-choli, you know. No one wears that on a daily basis, right?"

"Lekin humari haveli aur aas pass mein aise hi choli zyadatar pehente hai." Meera said.

[But in our haveli and nearby areas, most women usually wear such ghagras.]

"Haveli?? You live in a haveli?" Charu asked, wide-eyed, surprised by the revelation.

Meera nodded solemly. "Ji," yes. Everyone's brows furrowed. Why would a girl who lives in an ancestral mansion seek refugee in their house?

"What does your family do for a living, Meera?" Dadu enquired. Everyone's attention turned to Meera, who stiffened.

Should she really tell them? They won't snitch on her to her family, would they? No, no, they won't. Stop being so paranoid, Meera.

Meera paused, licking her lips before deciding to answer honestly. "My father is the president of the local zilla commitee of Ajmer, total 12 villages are under him. My elder brother.. he is the finance minister of Ajmer. My other elder brother is preparing to give the state PSC exam soon. And we also have ancestral flour and oil mill."

Silence.

Charu turned towards her mother in disbelief and amusement. "And you were accusing her to be a thief, mummy."

Veer shook his head. "Yaar, ye toh tumhara pura parivar Ajmer ki sarkar mein apna ghar jamakar baitha hai." He scoffed in amusement.

[Man, your whole family has basically settled down in the Ajmer government like it's their own home.]

Charu raised an eyebrow, "By the way, how come you have nowhere to go when your family is obviously damn rich?" Charu asked, voice curious now, not accusing.

The room quieted again-just a breath held in suspense-everyone waiting for what Meera would say next.

Meanwhile, Meera was now completely baffled. Now, what should she tell them? That she ran away from home because her family wasn't ready to listen to her mere wish?

Meera blinked. Once. Twice.

Crap.

"Oh... uh..." she stalled, searching the ceiling like it held an answer. "See, it's just that... Ajmer's very humid these days."

"Huh?" Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

Veer smacked Charu's head again. "Why do you want to play CID with her, huh? Let her live. She has had too much for one night." He defended Meera.

"I was just asking." Charu mumbled. "Anyway, Meera... wait, do I have to call you didi? You're older than me, right?"

Meera shook her head. "Just Meera is also fine by me."

Charu grinned. "Great! Let me introduce you to everyone. I'm Charvi Saxena, the only daughter of this house. This is my maa, Radha..." She went on explaining Meera the family tree.

"And this is Yug, and he is the eldest amongst all of us, Dhruv." She finished, sighing tiredly.

So, he's D for Dhruv. Meera thought as she discretely or not so discretely glanced at Dhruv.

Radha stepped forward, her expression gentler, brows lifted with quiet concern. "Bhook lagi hai?" She asked softly.

[Are you hungry?]

Meera's brows raised in surprise. "Aapko kaise pata?" Her voice was laced with amusement.

[How do you know?]

Radha chuckled. "Shakal se pata chal raha hai." Meera could feel the motherly warth radiating from her despite her earlier wariness.

[It's written all over your face]

Meera stood up to walk with Radha as she asked. Meera's eyes fell on Dhruv, who was already staring at her. She passed a brief warm smile, which was answered with a neutral look.

As Meera followed Radha towards the dining area. Dadu and Dadi departed to their rooms. It was already past their usual sleep time. Vardhan, witnessing the drama up until now, departed to his room as well.

Now, their were only the siblings present in the room. Charvi sighed as her eyes fell on Yug. She frowned, looking at him staring in the direction Meera went with... heart eyes?

She nudged both her brothers, who looked at her, raising their eyebrow. She gestured towards Yug. They all exchanged an amused look.

"Yug, is your soul still in your body? What's with that look?" Veer nudged the younger's shoulder.

Yug came out of his trance and grinned at all of them widely. "I think I found my soulmate, bhaiya." He said sheepishly, blushing.

"What? Who?"

"Her." He pointed in the direction Meera went.

Charu chuckled in amusement. While Veer and Dhruv gave him a weirded out look. "How do you know she's your soulmate? She's way older than you." Dhruv told him.

Yug clicked his tongue. "So what? Age doesn't matter in love, okay?" He said, puffing his cheeks. "Besides, all those things they show in movies happened to me."

"Really? What exactly happened to you?" Dhruv asked, crossing his arms in amusement.

"Teez chalne lagi aur violins bhi bajne lage. And she's so pretty like those actresses. I just know she's my soulmate." Yug stated stubbornly.

[The wind began to blow fiercely, and violins started playing too.]

"That wind was because of the gush of wind flowing out that came in when we entered through the door." Veer tried to logic his delusion.

"And violins was because of the movie playing on the TV." Charvi joined him, too.

Yug pouted, huffing. "That's not true."

"That is indeed true, Chiku. You're too young for such stuff." Dhruv, like the responsible elder sibling, tried to make him understand.

"Yeah, go study or watch those cartoons." Veer snickered.

Yug glared at both of them. Charu, however, held his shoulder, a mock determination on her face. "Don't listen to them, Chiku. They are too old to understand your love. They are just jealous because you found your love before them. Don't worry, I support you. Go for it." She cheered him.

Yug grinned. "I'm going to tell this to Ma." Yug ran away from there towards the kitchen. His little run showed his excitement.

"What nonsense are you feeding him, Charu?" Veer smacked her head again.

"Stop hitting me." She whined. "And you both are dumb when it comes to girls. At least, one of my brothers is planning on bringing me a sister-in-law." She rubbed her head where Veer smacked her.

Veer scoffed, overexagerated. "He's just ten for god's sake! And Meera is way older than him."

Charu rolled her eyes. "Veer bhaiya, you also become up-tight like Dhruv bhaiya when it comes to love. And relax, it's just an innocent crush. It'll go away on its own. Let him be happy with his first crush, you know."

"Oh really? And don't you know too much about 'love', huh?" He eyed her suspiciously, making his implications clear.

Charvi's scowled. "Geez, get your head out of the gutter." She flipped her hair dramatically and made her way towards the stairs that led to the terrace.

"Why are you going towards the terrace?" Dhruv called out behind her as she reached the staircase and started climbing.

"To meet Arjun!"

Veer mock snickered at her. Dhruv shook his head at his overly delusional and dramatic siblings. For a moment, his mind wandered back towards

the girl sitting in his living room. But he shook his head, moving towards his study.

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I looked around the room, Radha aunty showed me. I really didn't want to trouble this family. They seem like genuinely nice people.

But at this point of life, me not taking help would be downright foolish of me. New city, new people, new everything.

I wasn't naive. Getting admission to a law college alone would be hard, and it'll take a lot of time. I didn't have time. Maybe it was wrong of me to use Veer's father's connections like this. But I needed it.

It was safe to stay here for a few days. As soon as I get a grip of my not-so-stable-anymore life, I'll buy a small apartment for myself and move out.

Yeah, wait, maybe I can look for hostels. That'd be more convenient and definitely cheaper than any apartment. You see, I did have money. But I had to use it wisely before I was seen to begging on the streets. After all, it'll only last for some.

I looked around the room. It was as big as mine, but it was decent. In fact, this house was big and had a very rich aesthetic. It had an elegant, inviting, a touch of softness with rounded greens and light tones. All the houses in the neighborhood are almost the same in structure. It seems like some high-class society area.

It was a 3 story house. I didn't see anything else till now, though. I don't think I ever will since I promised I'd keep my distance from them. And I suppose 'them' also included their house.

Sigh.. this is gonna be difficult. Damn difficult.

I went towards the now-mine-but-not-for-long room's bathroom. I freshen up and fash my face. Finally.

I didn't bother to change my clothes. I was too tired (and lazy) to do so. I flopped on bed and back felt a delicious pain. The kinda pain you fell after working your ass off and then laying on the bed. I don't know if I can explain it.

But it just feels good.

My mind went back to him... Dhruv. He was acting so pricey just to tell his name. But what a small world. Out of all people, I just happened to bump into his brother and come to his house to seek refuge.

I guess this is God's sign for me to pay him his ₹100 back. That I will... soon.

Sleep engulfed me soon enough. The last thing I knew was Dhruv, and then.. me drifting back to my dreamland.

...

I woke up feeling a slight pain in my head, a parched throat, and a aching body. Argh, I don't want to get up. But I'll have to. This wasn't my home.

I miss my home!

Too late for that. A voice in my mind mocked me.

Shut up. She's allowed to feel sentiments. Another voice snapped at the first one.

Great, now the voices in my head were at each other's throat, too. I somehow (after stretching the laziness of the world) dragged my body towards the bathroom.

After a while, I came back from the bathroom with a towel around my body. The door was locked, so it was safe. I rummaged through my suitcases for an outfit. I had initially picked out an orange ghagra-choli with multicolored odhani.

But then, Charvi's comment about my clothing hit me. I knew she didn't mean it in a wrong way, nor did I take it as one. But I guess people here didn't wear such clothes usually. I knew that, too. People didn't usually wear that on a daily basis anymore, but most of my ghagra-cholis were made of cotton, so, they were light and comfortable.

Deciding against my initial choice, I went with a simple red salwar suit. [Check the media for her outfit]

Woh kehte hai na, jaisa desh waisa bhesh. As the place, so the dress.

And I personally loved dressing up. I was the type to not go anywhere without the proper dressing and suitable accessories with it. Not because I was conscious or insecure or as some say 'trying too hard' or something. I just simply loved it. That's the reason I had had my father another room co-joint to mine so that I could make it my wardrobe.

I ripped up up suitcase. There was a closet in the room but I didn't bother arranging my in it. Chaar din ke toh mehmaan hai hum yaha. It's just a matter of a few days, and I'll be gone.

As I looked myself in the mirror. Red flowy suit, matching bindi, afew bangles, earrings, kohl in my eyes, and strawberry lipbalm. Perfect.

Who would say I was a girl who ran away from her own house without so much of a goodbye and was now living with some kind strangers who let me live with them out of humanity?

What has my life become? It's just been 3 days since I left home. And I was already having double thoughts. That was how low my determination was.

I inhaled deeply and decided to make my way downstairs. I'll talk to Tarun Unc-sir about the admission procedure. I haven't really talked to him to come on an 'uncle' basis with him yet. But based on what I saw yesstwrnight, I think it'll take years if not never

But I did talk to Radha aunty, and she approved of me to call her aunty.

A mentak note to self for my today's to dos-

Talk to sir.

Get that admission seat secured.

And find an internet cafè nearby.

You see, I didn't really have a phone. But I did have a computer and laptop back at home. Because phones were more "dangerous" and "badly influencing" for a girl than anything could ever be. My Amma's logic.

Honestly, I never really needed one either because I was stuck in the haveli. If I was going out, I had Garv bhaiya or one of my father's man for "safety purposes" and even when I went with Garv bhaiya to Mumbai to study my junior college.

He was always around. Vikram bhaiya bought an apartment for us there, and had appointed dozens of not-so-discrete guards.

In and all, the thought that I might need a phone to contact him and use for other crucial purposes didn't cross, nor mine or Garv Bhaiya's mind. We were so worked up by the sudden marriage news, and Delhi seats been fulled. We didn't plan out my run properly.

It was surely a decision made in impulse and haste.

I just wish I didn't regret letting my impulsive side win.

Sadajal jai hove, shubh sanyog hove. Jai ho, Shubh ho.

[May there always be victory and auspicious moments. Glory be, may all be well]

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Meera in Saxena house!!!

Don't worry, Meera, I won't let you be a matter-of-days guest there. I have booked a permanent seat for you ;)

A quick question. Did you guys remember anyone from the "Jai ho, Shubh ho" line?

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Also, here are the house inspos. I had to roll a lot of Papads to get both the houses together. So don't mind. But you get the idea, right?

C = Charvi's house, A = Arjun's house [Since they are the couple having boy/girl next door trope]

Also, Meera's Haveli.