She hates India.
He hates India.
She hates everyone for being not there all the time.
He loves everyone for being there for him every time.
She is hated by everyone for being an embracement.
He is loved by everyone for being a smiley.
She hates her sister’s marriage to an Indian.
He likes the idea of an international marriage just because she hates it.
She wants to stop the marriage because it seems too much stuff to handle.
He wants the marriage to happen, come what may.
She hates him to the core.
He hates her no less than she does.
All She wants to do, is fight him away.
All He wants to do is defeat her right away.
She shows attitude.
He shows brute strength.
She likes him, a little, maybe.
He still doesn’t understand why he likes her without a reason.
She likes him a little more than the usual way.
He likes her, exceeding the usual way.
She thinks she has fallen in love, with him.
He is positive, it, sure as hell, is love.
She is an enfant terrible.
He, sure is one, too.
What they do is mere non-sense. What they fight over is mere crap. What they have in common is a big fat zero. But what they learn from this “inter-national” marriage is something more than just love. They learn to live and to love and to be happy. He makes her learn to please people while she makes him know to hate a few . he makes her understand her purpose, while she teaches him how wonderful he can still become. He teaches her love and she teaches him life. But are they going to stop the impending marriage anyways? Well let’s see!!!
