"Some people make it so hard to hate them; others make it so hard to love them."
 I put the pan on the stove, made tea. Meanwhile, I pressure cooked potatoes, peeled them and after cooling mashed them with salt, coriander and spices. I made round balls of dough and stuffed it with potato mash. I flattened out the rounds making crispy Parantha (oil baked desi bread). "Hey, I will do it." Bhabhi impeded, coming inside. "No, I am doing it. You please strain tea for everyone." "Okay!" She did as told. Bhabhi was herself an interior designer but she left her job when Adi was born as she wanted to give her baby full attention and since then, she became full time housewife. "Bhabhi, how many years of your marriage has complete

"To be content with life - or to live merrily, rather - all that is required is that we bestow on all things as we grow."
 My mind spun and I held the ropes of my robe tightly, "What do you mean?"
 "First say sorry." He imitated me and I had this strong urge of punching his face.
 "Why?" I protested and he came too close, like almost a foot space left between us.
 "You made me late in the morning. You stupidly threw my files in the storeroom." He reminded, looking into my eyes and then his gaze slowly tilted southwards, resting just above my cleavage.
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"You'll get a thousand reasons to be demoralized but if you really want to fix everything. That one single reason of sticking together is worth trying hard."
 Abhimanyu's Perspective
 "Why did not you pick up my calls?" She howled at the entrance. 
 "You asked me not to disturb you for these three days." 
 "But" She looked mad. "But I called you, so you should pick it up."
 Exhaling, I ignored her words "This is the part where you must call me in." I reminded manners to her.
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"Some people make it so hard to hate them; others make it so hard to love them."
 I put the pan on the stove, made tea. Meanwhile, I pressure cooked potatoes, peeled them and after cooling mashed them with salt, coriander and spices. I made round balls of dough and stuffed it with potato mash. I flattened out the rounds making crispy Parantha (oil baked desi bread). "Hey, I will do it." Bhabhi impeded, coming inside. "No, I am doing it. You please strain tea for everyone." "Okay!" She did as told. Bhabhi was herself an interior designer but she left her job when Adi was born as she wanted to give her baby full attention and since then, she became full time housewife. "Bhabhi, how many years of your marriage has completed?" I asked nonchalantly. "Um...4 years. I mean, it's four running." "Good!" I mumbled, thi

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