"A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.."
But what if a couple is married only to give up later?
A year of You and I.. Then, a lifetime of strangers?
A year of getting used to be with the other... Then...
"Safaa. Wali. No rude behaviours, darlings. Okay? Be nice and wish him. Yeah?", I instructed them, as we were nearing his mansion. He had sent his driver to pick us up, which caused an argument of nearly forty five minutes between us and finally I gave in because I didn't have a choice.
"Bhaiya. This is the hundredth time we have heard it in the past four hours that you've been home", Safaa rolled her eyes at me but I wanted them to behave well.
"Who's this guy, Bhai? You don't even give us such a class when Lima and Lou bear come home. You're acting weird today", Wali questioned with her raised eyebrows.
"He's umm.. he's my friend. I want you both to be nice to him. That's it", I explained as she looked at me with narrowed eyes.
"Interesting", she said and before I could ask more, we reached his apartment complex driveway.
The driver opened the door for us as a huge, multistoreyed, imposing red brick stucco styled apartment stood before us.
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We were taken to the grand, luxuriously illuminated reception area which led to a hallway of elevators. All three of us were silently taking in the beauty around us and were in awe.
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"Bhaiya, since when do you have a rich friend?", Safaa asked in a low voice as though she didn't want to disrupt the silent surroundings. We went into the elevator and I entered the 15th floor, which was the last one in the complex.
