Loving someone and being loved is an awesome feeling. In love we are more happy, we smile more, we rethink the loving moments, re-read the romantic messages.
Within minutes, the awaited young beauty, without face cover, came with a plate of Bengali sweets. She is very beautiful and I feel like my heart stopped beating when I saw her.
Rudra doesn’t want to live anymore without his wife and daughter. But Rudra wants to take revenge of his innocent wife and daughter’s death.
What can I say to them? That I’m in love with her and was being a coward not to tell her that I really loved because my family won’t approve a love marriage?
She calls her father to ask blessings from him for her marriage that is going to happen the following day. The rest is what you can imagine.
It was a love marriage. We both come from creative career fields but absolutely different family backgrounds. Our relationship unlike others wasn’t all mushy gushy or lovey dovey.
On Valentine’s day, Dev secretly proposed to Priya. She was the happiest person on earth. Dev told her of his plan for them to get married.
Days passed by but Priya didn’t talk to Sharon much. She got bored to death. Priya’s nasty behaviour was getting a rise out of Atul but he couldn’t react. The time came when Sharon had to leave for Canada.
As the train left Jamshedpur the two souls in the compartment were lost in their thoughts. All they had was the company of each other in the journey and their uncertain future.