It's a story of true love.
it's the story of Abhimanyu Birla and Akshara Goenka.
Abhimanyu Birla is a famous cardiologist whose only love is his Maa and his profession, past trauma has made him cynical about love and life in general.
Akshara Goenka...
first of all, I would like to apologize to all the readers who put up with my irregular updates but were still encouraging me to write I'm deeply sorry to all of you but please forgive me as these last two months have been very painful for me I will try to update more often but can't promise anything
secondly, I have received many suggestions as well as requests to translate the Hindi dialogues into English so that a wider audience can understand them I'm working on it
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(Akshara's outfit)
Akshara woke with a big smile on her face today after attending the little lunch party, which is the ending ceremony of the Gopi Mask Festival. They all will go to explore the city, and just thinking of sight seeing with him made her heart beat erratically. She remembered that the person who was doing exercises on the balcony that morning, now knowing that it was Abhimanyu, made her hide her head in the pillows out of shyness.
She got up, did her morning routine, and wore a parrot green anarkali suit with big silver jhumkas, as she loved them. She adorned herself with the anklets of her Naira Maa, a cherished gift presented to her by Badi Mumma on her eighteenth birthday. She left her buttocks length hair open, and the locks framing her face were held back by a clutcher, and then she completed her look with a small black bindi and lip blam.
She went down to the reception lobby to wait for the others to come. Just as she sat down, Shefali came down as well and sat next to her.
"Good morning, Didi."
"A very good morning to you too, Akshara." Shefali greeted me back with a smile.
While waiting for others to arrive, they chatted about anything and everything.
"Vaise didi aap toh doctors ki family se ho kya sach mein yeh log ghaas foos khaate hain?" Akshara asked out of curiosity. (By the way Didi, you are from a family of doctors. Do these people really eat grass(healthy but tasteless foods)?)
"Sach batau?" Shefali asked in a dramatically low voice, as if she was about to reveal a big secret. (Should I tell you the truth?)
Akshara nodded in anticipation.
"Yeh sach hain Parth or Abhi toh brocoli par hi zinda rahe sakte hain Maa, Papa or Chote Papa ko masale bilkul kam pasand hain agar Choti Maa naa ho toh hum sab jinhe masaaledar khana pasand woh bhooke hi mar jayenge." (It is true that Parth and Abhi can survive on broccoli only. Maa, Papa and Chote Papa like spices very little. If Choti Maa was not there then all of us who like spicy food would die from starvation.)
At this, both of them laughed.
"Humare yaha toh bilkul iska ulta hain, hume toh har dusre din naashte mein mutter kachori chahiye hoti hain." she giggled. (It is just the opposite in our house, we want muttar kachori for breakfast every other day.)
