"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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"Friendship is the only way to get a gist how exciting and how aloof your life is."
 Abhimanyu's Perspective
 With that the door flew open. An extremely terrified, Shree came out. Tears were running down her eyes silently and her nose was red complementing her eyes.
 "What happened?" I was worried and she kept crying, looking at my face. I gripped her shoulder and pulled her closer, "Tell me! What happened?"
 "Abhimanyu..." She sobbed.
 I cradled her face in my palms and she sobbed more. I couldn't understand what to do, so I hugged her tightly, "Wh

"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.
 "Pervert!" I groaned, tightening the lapses, looking away and he shook his head like reprim

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