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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Image Courtesy: Google Two years had passed since&#160;Anjana&#160;left India for good. She had left because she wanted to run away from the chaos of her life. Her on-site opportunity was &#8230; </p>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Two years had passed since&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="since " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;left India for good. She had left because she wanted to run away from the chaos of her life. Her on-site opportunity was her only blessing.&nbsp;</span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">She had not shared her number with anyone. She just lived all by herself and spoke with family who spoke only because she called, not even once did they ask her anything else.</span></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Today she was on her way&nbsp;to India. At the airport terminal she came to know about her delayed flight. She had ample time with nothing to do. Slowly thoughts crept in, as she sat down and thought about what to say when she goes back.</span></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><br />Just before two and a half years, her parents had arranged her wedding. She had to tell&nbsp;them she was in Love, but heavily single sided, waiting for Roshan. He was still not over his ex. To be more clear, his once-upon-a-time girlfriend loves to interfere very much in his life in the name of care. He couldn&#8217;t see the clear picture.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span data-mce-bogus="1"><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Roshan and&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="and " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;were family friends who had always liked each other. Their lives took different turns when they fell in love for the first time. Yes, with other people. They both had a struggled relationship with their then partners.&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="" style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;had felt better when she broke up, but Roshan&#8217;s girlfriend left him making him feel miserable. She made sure she stayed in touch only to poke him around saying how her married life is miserable now. Roshan was blind enough to believe her.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span data-mce-bogus="1"><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">When they both met, they had spoken all about their lives so far. They both had a great time than they expected.&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="" style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;liked Roshan, however, she wasn&#8217;t sure of a relationship. She didn&#8217;t want one. After almost a year of talking about everything under the sun, she felt like they were already in a relationship. Roshan felt lighter than ever. He slowly moved to the present. He was living his life without any regrets. However, his ex-girlfriend called him once in a while to talk to him. Gradually, he let her know about his new life and how he wanted to move on.&nbsp;Her pang of jealousy took over and she made it clear that she still misses him. He wasn&#8217;t ready to answer.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span data-mce-bogus="1"><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">When&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="When " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;came to know this, she decided for herself that he would go by her words. She told him how much she loves him and ran away without waiting for his answer. He tried calling her, but she never picked up. Her parents had introduced her to&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="to " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Amit</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">, an Engineer, friends with a relative. The relative made sure her family accepted the prospect. When&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="When " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;was on the edge with this alliance, she had no other choice, but to accept the On-site opportunity. The alliance had agreed to wait for two years. She hoped, he wouldn’t. They were so alike in the wrong things and she didn’t want to take this forward. She had already informed them she wasn&#8217;t interested. All ears went deaf to her words and all they ever bothered was about her first love failure, which they made sure was not conveyed to&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="to " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Amit</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;&amp; Family.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span data-mce-bogus="1"><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">When she finally reached Chennai airport, her eyes wandered to meet Roshan, knowing he wouldn&#8217;t be there. To her shock,&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="" style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Amit</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;welcomed her. She didn&#8217;t know what to say. Before she could ask for an excuse and move away, he had asked her to follow him. She felt annoyed with his behavior and turned away. She saw Roshan looking glum with a baby in his hand. His ex-girlfriend walked towards him with a wide smile.&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="smile " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;wasn&#8217;t just upset with what she saw, she made up her mind not to see him anymore.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<blockquote><p><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Why did she have to see him?&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Why was he there anyway?</span></p></blockquote>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span data-mce-bogus="1"><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Questions flooded her mind with no answers.&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="" style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Amit</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;took her to his car. He waved at the woman sitting inside the car and asked her to come out. He introduced her as&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="as " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Akshatha</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">, his fiancée. Amidst her misery, this was such a huge relief. She congratulated them and finally asked why her parents had not come to pick her up. He asked her to get in, he had a story to tell her. He told her about everything that happened after she left.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"></p>
<p><span><span data-mce-bogus="1">Roshan had spoken with her parents after she left. He had told them that he was the reason behind her denials to her family&#8217;s request. He had gone there to ask them for acceptance. She couldn&#8217;t believe anything&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="anything " style="cursor: default;"></span><span>Amit</span></span><span>&nbsp;had said. She was silent all the way home. Her parents were waiting eagerly to receive her. They were smiling at her. They called her in and asked her if she was really in love with Roshan. She just said, &#8220;Yes, but there is no point in talking about it now.&#8221;, knowing nothing is going to change what she saw at the airport. Though they had pre-booked an engagement hall, they had waited for her answer this time. They were so sure about her this time. Staying away makes parents understand their children better.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Roshan had spoken to his ex-girlfriend and asked if he can meet her with her family. She denied it upfront. This time, he had called her repeatedly and asked her what was going on? She agreed that her past was better than her present. He decided to meet her and share a few words. He had met her husband, introduced himself, cleared the air and closed their chapter. Her husband, a genuine person, had agreed to come to his wedding with his family and wished him goodness. He was at the airport to receive them when Anjana came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span data-mce-bogus="1"><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Roshan had known, the only person who needs to know his Love was&nbsp;<span data-mce-bogus="1" pre="was " style="cursor: default;"></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anjana</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">. She understood his glum face now. There was no denying her love for him. There was nothing more to stop her from loving him anymore. He had come to her home now. His glum face, waiting for an answer. She just ran and hugged him tight. They went hand in hand to the engagement hall.&nbsp;</span></span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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