Mohan Saran was a widower with two small children and a garment business on the verge of collapse. He was also her father’s former student. "I don’t expect love," he said, sitting on her faded sofa. "I expect loyalty. My children need a mother. I need a partner who won't run when the stitching machine breaks."
"Because index number three," she replied, "says ‘protect the children.’ I don't break my contracts." Index Of Ek Vivah Aisa Bhi
Page two began with a cup of over-sweetened tea. Mohan Saran was a widower with two small
Karan had a high fever. Chandni stayed up all night, wiping his forehead, singing a lullaby she’d learned from her own mother. At dawn, Mohan walked into the room and found her asleep on the floor, Karan’s hand in hers, Ritu curled up at her feet. "I expect loyalty
The first entry in the index of her life was marked with a torn mangalsutra and an unpaid tailor’s bill.
One night, a short circuit in the factory. Mohan was away. Chandni ran into the burning building not for the expensive embroidery machines, but for a small red box. Inside: Ritu’s late mother’s sindoor and Karan’s first baby tooth.