If I were a bit of a silly twit whose generosity of heart and capability to forgive and forget had qualified me to become the perfect sahansheel Bharatiya naari,
& most importantly, if the man in question looked like an angsty Barun Sobti whose chocolate-eyed gaze made my ovaries quiver,
Then my answer would be a resounding YES.
Sadly in real life, I would probably be traumatized or angry or probably both. I know what it is like to have been felt up. It's disgusting, and makes you want to be physically sick, and it makes you feel dirty. I cannot even begin to imagine what it must be like to be publicly humiliated, physically hurt, get your clothes torn off, and then shamed out of your birthplace, with your own and your family's reputation in shreds. Love, did you say? Yeah right. In the times of cholera.😆
But then this is my own sad little universe I was talking about. In the fairytale version, Beast turned Prince Charming recounts said events with a wistful smile on his face and thinks it was all great fun, though maybe a small, blink-and-you-miss-it apology should be tossed out to mollify his own conscience. & the all-forgiving underdog heroine is mad and ajeeb anyway, so it all means nothing to her, as long as her man stays with her and proclaims to accept and love her in spite of who she is. Hamesha. & they live happily ever after.
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