Poles Apart
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Arvi has just returned from the UK after six tedious years, two of which she had not even visited home. A lot of things seem to have changed on the surface. Her younger brother was going to go off to college and her older brother was getting married.
A lot of things did change. She was going to start working under her dad. She is ready for all this, she knew when she chose to leave her home that a lot of things would change, what she wasn't ready for, was her father's request, her grandparents' wishes, and marriage.
She had mentally prepared herself for the change in existing relationships and welcoming new members into the family. She had not in her wildest dreams thought of a possibility of being welcomed into another family.
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