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He was excited but also nervous. They hadn’t spoken in a week while he had been off to Goa and she had been busy with Pihu’s engagement. As soon as he had landed in Bombay though, he had messaged her and they had picked a date and time to catch up.
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It was happening. It was finally happening. Pihu and Prachal were getting engaged and Chanderi could not stop smiling. She looked so good in the orange and pink saree Chanderi had helped her pick and Prachal looked like he was on cloud nine, any minute and he would start floating.
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Exams and the school year were finally over and Chiranjeev had two weeks, three if he could push his guilt away, before he had to get back to planning for the next academic year. Right now though, he was lounging in a beach chair in his shorts, a beer in hand and nobody around. Well,…
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Chanderi was pining. There was no other word for it. It had been two days since Chiranjeev had told her he would be busy this week because his school had exams going on. It would be an exhausting time and he may not be able to chat with her as much. She had brushed the…
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Chanderi was nervous as she waited for Chiranjeev to show up outside Inox. He had said yes for the catch up but had said they should go for a movie instead of lunch since the memory of their last lunch meeting was still fresh. She had agreed, his logic was sound.
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As much as Chiranjeev had resisted being friendzoned by Chanderi, he couldn’t deny how much fun he was having being just that. He didn’t have to go through a mental list before sending her something funny that his children did at school. His parents never quite understood or appreciated their humour and the teachers at…
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The teachers of Hill Mount International School had been watching Chiranjeev Bajaj since he joined back school sans a wife. They had been waiting for an opportunity to pounce, smother him with love, ply him with many cups of tea or coffee – whatever he preferred really, they were prepared with expensive looking pomegranate green…
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