Life rarely offers predictability. Every time I believed it couldn’t possibly worsen, it proved me wrong with cruel precision. It felt as though some cosmic law of repulsion was at work, with the universe determined to do the exact opposite of my thoughts, expectations, and desires. After the appalled news delivered by Ayushman ji, Hriday summoned me to his cabin. In the pages of a romantic novel, such a summons from one’s husband would stir anticipation,but who was I fooling? This was Hriday Agnivanshi, the akdu,adiyal,gussel aur besharam man rolled into one.

[ Arrogant, stubborn, short-tempered and shameless]