Two days later, Mithran was ready to pull out all his hair in frustration.

His father wouldn't listen to any reasoning. He was adamant.

And Chaahat, as always, was cool and composed.

"Okay, Uncle Madan. If only marriage can convince you to go in for the surgery, we will do it," Chaahat said, and Mithran stared at her in horror.

How can she say that without even consulting with him?

How dare she?

"Thank you. Thank you so much. You both will be perfect for each other," Madan cried happily.

Mithran stayed silent, the frustration and rage building up in him in tons. He might burst out anytime. Hopefully, he...