What is the venture of running away from home, responsibilities, pressure and expectations to find peace of mind and instead you find something you'd never even thought about being in the equation- love and then madly, deeply, passionately and crazily keep falling into the depths of it no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it's just a phase and you're being immature? What is the probability of travelling through the streets of Varanasi and befriending someone drowning at the Manikarnika Ghat? Now, What are the odds of meeting a stranger at a funeral only to keep coming across him every now and then and coincidentally finding him drowning in the banks of river Ganga? Albeit, you learn that he wasn't really drowning but just torturing himself into believing he was being delusional and a coward all along and trying to punish himself? What is the likelihood of being asked by the same person, whom you keep crossing paths with, to marry him just after knowing him for barely a few weeks only to find yourself rejecting him immediately for obvious reasons and then get pulled into a bloody event of mobs then get saved by him? Again, What are the chances of being put on a gunpoint at the age of merely twenty-one for being in love with the only daughter of one of the most influential thakur families, getting beaten up black and blue and still smile through the pain like a madman while the woman who'd been nothing but denying you for months actually trying to protect you? Love was a strange thing. A little bittersweet and very dramatic when making its appearance followed by the series of events equally dramatic coming in with doldrums. [Delve in to find out more!]

[Arranged Marriage Romance.] Nikshit was very late to have realized how stupid he was for coming here. Watching her chewing on her nails while muttering to herself wasn't as pleasant to the eyes as were the patties on his plate. The combination of cheese, garlic and onion on the crispy bread with the combination of chilled soda with a slight burning sensation in the throat was savory. Nikshit almost got lost in the roundness of the plate he was eating from when there was a snap of fingers in front of his eyes. A snap of fingers coated in breadcrumbs. The breadcrumbs which flew in the air and fell on his plate. He wanted to run away without looking back. He should not have agreed to meet her today. "Back to Earth, Dahiya." He looked up with disgust written all over his face but it seemed like Maithili couldn't care any less. She wiped her fingers and crossed her arms before showing a grin that screamed 'you won't believe it but I have a great idea'. "You can't marry me." Of course he can't or he might go crazy within a month. "Oh?" "Yes. I have AIDS." What the f*ck? "Go tell your parents that you can't marry me because I have AIDS." The statement led by a bright smile with a jump on her seat in excitement had Nikshit choking on his soda. Eventually he felt it inside his nose as well when he tried to breathe. His eyes became watery and reddened. Maithili patted his back out of consideration and handed him a glass of water which still didn't help. "Are you okay?" The coughing stopped but Nikshit couldn't wipe off the flabbergasted look from his face. What is wrong with this girl! He doesn't want to stay around her anymore. She's crazy! ～ ☆✿☆～