A Noor to his black-and-white life. Who was she? He didn't know. Where did she come from? He had no clue. But was she standing in front of him glaring right at him, calling him an asshole? Yes Did that make him smile? Maybe How did the fates of a sunshine Marathi girl and an angry Delhi heir get entangled? A short story for the Pink in my life, a gift from Smartass. Enjoy :)