Just last evening, after breaking up with that idiot, I was unbelievably happy.
But it seems my Lord Bholenaath could not digest that happiness. Perhaps my smiling face did not please Him.
Still, Prabhu, you could have shown me a little mercy. You could have thrown me into some ordinary trouble, something I could have fought my way out of on my own. You could have done anything. Arranged a minor accident, maybe. Broken two or four bones. I would have handled it. I would have stitched myself back together.
But this?
Wasn’t this a little too much?
You had me married off.
"To the son of the Chancellor of the very institute where I teach."
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