But why this? I am sorry if I have done something wrong to you or daddy. But it was not intentional mamma. Please talk to daddy and tell him that I want to be a part of your life.
Calls continued. But things had changed only for good. Life had taken a turn. Friendly chats had turned into romantic conversations. They spoke for whole nights
She locked herself in her bedroom and took out the piece of paper from her purse. It was delivered at their place a week ago. Her mother had handed it over to her when they reached home
Holding her palm with his, Ronit put his other arm around her waist. She placed her palm over his shoulder and the music played. They looked at each other, kept looking at each other
Mumbai meri jaan are the words uttered by a typical Mumbaikar at any given point of time. A city of dreams, stars, night life and just about everything.