Vidushi had no option really. None other than the burn down her throat. Part 1: why smoke and hangovers are better than people Part 2: why nishkama karma is a myth. A companion to Kashyup Redemption

He was used to people leaving him. She was used to people hurting her. What they weren't used to was having some one stay and actually give a damn about them. My first and perhaps only Sandhir centric story. Advice on writing them is most welcome. Warning : this is Sadda haq reimagined. I own nothing. I am also a Vidarth fan so I won't tolerate bashing of those two. Consider them a side pairing. This fic is a Sandhir one, but I have tried to give equal importance to both Randhir and Sanyukta as individuals as well. This story has been discontinued and is only up because of the comments I want to cherish. I will not be writing anymore for this. Bashing me for doing so is just going to make you look bad. Thanks. -----