&quot;The real person smiles in trouble, gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection.&quot;
 &quot;Butu, come and have dinner.&quot; Dad, for a change, called me.
 &quot;Coming, dad!&quot;
 &quot;I will feed you.&quot; Dad announced, seeing my busy hands and just like childhood, I sat next to him, he made small morsels and fed me. I bit back a cry when dad wiped my mouth after feeding me and made me drink water. My eyes surfaced with tears, nevertheless and I hugged my dad tightly.
 He slowly patted my head. &quot;My little princess has grown big enough.&quot; I could sense his croaked voice.
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&quot;The trust has broken down. It will take some time to change attitudes and attitudes are going to be needed to develop trust.&quot;
 After I got fresh, Vandisha showed me the home and I was once again engaged with rituals. The next time when I came in the room, I was surprised. The room was decorated with scented candles and pearl white satin sheet was neatly spread on the bed with rose petals all over it.
 &quot;Don&quot;t gawk! Now it&quot;s your room as well.&quot; Vidhi bhabhi chuckled as she helped me in sitting on the bed.
 &quot;Not only the room but also Abhimanyu.&quot; Vandana Di teased me and I just got one shade more red.
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"In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."
 Time cascaded down like the leaf in the water and the day I'd waited most finally knocked my door. I was nervous plus excited at the same time. I was appreciating the nail art Miss Sania had done on my nails, lying on the bed. My home was swarmed up with my relatives. Everyone had taken certain responsibilities on their shoulders. Since I was the bride, I had this royal treatment of relaxing.
 "Butu! Where is your dress?" My cousin's wife, Charu barged inside my room.
 "It will be delivered by an hour."
 "And jewelry?"
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&quot;The real person smiles in trouble, gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection.&quot;
 &quot;Butu, come and have dinner.&quot; Dad, for a change, called me.
 &quot;Coming, dad!&quot;
 &quot;I will feed you.&quot; Dad announced, seeing my busy hands and just like childhood, I sat next to him, he made small morsels and fed me. I bit back a cry when dad wiped my mouth after feeding me and made me drink water. My eyes surfaced with tears, nevertheless and I hugged my dad tightly.
 He slowly patted my head. &quot;My little princess has grown big enough.&quot; I could sense his croaked voice.
 &quot;I love you dad. I don&quot;t want to marry.&quot; Call me stup

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