“Bhabhi worked before marriage, Ma. You insisted on her leaving her job. I’m not like you, I can’t think like you. That reminds me, Karthik seems to be free now, it’s his turn to mop the floor today. Bye."

The constant friction of our bodies and mind produced the heat that the two melted at once, flowed off our bodies; white and fragrant. A wave of laughter with a hug, my eyes sparkled.

I didn’t know I had a sister halfway across the world. And since I’ve known, I’ve wanted to meet you and hired a detective to help me find you.

When I hug Janashi, I feel Vihaan's heartbeat, when Jacob looks at me, I can Vihaan's eyes looking at me. Each time Syed hugs me, I feel like it is Vihaan."

Historically, MILs have been the torture inducing villains in every DIL's life. However, with changing times, the author hopes this equation changes.