15
‘You’re right, Dhruv. Probably this is
the first time we concur on something.
It’s the right thing to do. My father would
lovingly hand me over to him. After all,
they thought I would die alone in some
hole after putting them through the shame
of having an unmarried daughter. Of
course, this is the right thing to do.
Thank you, Dhruv. Do you think this
would be my last chance for a normal,
happy life?’
‘Why would you ask me that?’
snapped Dhruv, flipping open a book,
staring at random pages, his heart slowly
breaking.