Arnav: After
1976
Once, Randhir had told him that some things were meant to be, that they were part of a larger picture which one couldn’t see at the time. He didn’t buy into that s**t. Because some things made absolutely no sense, and they never would. They didn’t fit into a larger picture, because there was no larger picture. They happened because they happened.
But if he did believe in fate, Arnav would have said that he was fated to have Mallika in his life. Every time she fell into it, she took parts of him with her, parts that he had guarded so instinctively that he almost didn’t know they were there.
First, she’d drawn out his stories. But she didn’t stop there. He let her take more.
Or perhaps he gave her more. Perhaps there was no difference.
Then, of course, like the kiss
