PROLOGUE

“Mr. Khurana, I have to leave now. I had already signed divorce papers therefore we are divorced. Hence let’s keep our relationship professional rather than personal.”

“But I want to know you personally. I know I didn’t give you a good impression 3 years back but I was overworked and underslept for 2 weeks before the party not that it excuses my behaviour.”

“Mr. Khurana, we both are poles apart. I’m not “your type” of girl. The decision taken three years back by your grandmother was extremely intelligent, which not only saved your family’s prestige but my honour as well. For which I’ll be always grateful to Savitri Ma’am.”

“Dadimaa had a heart attack after she came to know that you have left.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. How is she now?”

“Much better. Can you please meet her once?”

“But Mr. Khurana........”

“Its for an old and sick lady not me.”

“Ok. I’ll try and come when next I’m in Delhi.”

“She is in Mumbai now.”