For him, marriages were not made in heaven. They were planned, and unfortunately at times conspired, on earth.

She maintained that ideas like completing each other and growing old together were just sweet pills that were deceitfully thrust down our throats.

Considering the serious conflicts in the couple’s lives, I think God has started to outsource this marital work somewhere outside heaven.

Swayam thought to himself that this marriage was turning out to be a circus with multiple ringmasters.

If a man can wear his wife’s little mistake on his sleeves as a sign of their intimacy, and not be upset with her, but be alright with it, and even admit it as his own and claim possession over it, isn’t that a kind of man she had dreamed of?