With a thumping heart that was ready to jump out of his ribcage, Atul was standing in front of Amaya’s humble abode with sweat beads covering his forehead. He was terribly frightened to face her parents after the incorrigible deeds of his father. It was eleven in the morning on a lousy weekend and he had expected everyone to be at home. He was looking forward to talk with Amaya and tell her that he loved her dearly. He wanted to tell her parents that he had nothing to do with his father’s demand of dowry. He was ready to take all the insults that were supposed to come in...