Fragile Hearts

What is love? Is it passion? Is it pain? Is it joy? Is it grief? Well, if you asked Raghav Rao he would say it was all of these things. On some days it is the tears in the corner of your eyes, the lump in your throat and that hollow feeling in your chest on the others it is the butterflies in your stomach, the tingling in your spine and the goosebumps on your skin.

For Pallavi Deshmukh, love was overrated. The belief that something bane like love existed had perished long ago when her husband died in a car accident. The inability to sleep, the sickness you feel in your guts, the constant crying is what love does to a person. She would never fall for Raghav Rao, she promised herself.

He couldn't force her to love him. Love isn't a choice, it is a decision. Her acceptance was all that he wanted. He believed that his love alone would be enough for both of them which is why he did what he did. It may top his list of the stupidest decisions for the decade but it was now done. He had married her, she was now his wife whether she liked it or not.