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The Rising

Why have you brought me along if all you wanted to do was chat with those random chicks on Facebook all day?!” Durga flung that question across the hotel room at Tanuj, “Is this why you begged me to marry you?” When Tanuj continued to ignore her, she burst into tears and rushed into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror as she contemplated over Tanuj cajoling her to say yes to arranged marriage. “We’ll be together. I’ll love you so much that you’ll forget that it was an arranged marriage … ” he had said. Continue reading “The Rising”