It was eleven thirty at night while Amaya was grumpy and annoyed. It had been a week she had confessed her feelings and the radiance on her face seemed permanent since then. Her mother had often teased her, “Gattu, Atul would love this pinkish glow on your cheeks".

Amaya had told about her feelings to her mother, Nirmala who was quite supportive for this alliance after all, she was impressed with the thoughtful nature of Atul. Even Atul was glad that at least his future mother-in-law had assured him that things would be fine at Aggarwals’ end if he talked with his parents and convinced them. Nirmala had joyously accepted...