CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 41 Arav I waited for Anjali outside the cafe at the corner of her street. I had already completed half of my black coffee and her cup of cold coffee sat on the holder. I saw Anjali through the window, exiting her building. She has changed into navy blue knitted kurta and dirty beige Patiala, something we purchased on our visit to exhibition by traditional weavers. It immediately bought back various memories of me and her spending time together doing most random of the things. ‘One happy couple’, everyone would term us. So, what went wrong? Or did something actually go wrong? Anjali climbed inside the car and smiled at me, “Hey.” I nodded at her. “Have you parents left?” “No, they will leave tomorrow morning.” I was about to ask her further about her parents’ travel plan, when
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