“Who is it, Gattu?” boomed Manohar’s voice while Amaya stood like a log glaring at the man standing at the door. The sweet and sober man she had fallen for had lost his charm but Amaya had many more issues to think of. She was concerned of the reaction of her father right now.

“Get out", she hissed as she tried to close the door. Atul was quick enough to lean on the door frame otherwise Amaya would have kicked him out of her house once again.

Receiving no reply from his daughter, Manohar walked to the living room and was flabbergasted to see Atul leaning on his door shamelessly....