She couldn’t stop herself from bargaining. Never did she buy anything without a haggle. “Miss bargain” was her second name and this quality made her the star in her college. But, as said, “pyaar pe kiska bas chala hai.” she didn’t hesitate to spend rupees hundred on a single red rose for her darling valentine.
Pity or simply attraction of opposites. She found in him, a small hole to suck in all the air she could. That bad dire longing came from the very specific smothering restraints since she was born. Their differences, peculiar to their own communities, attacked each other’s roots.
Perhaps a damaged man capable of change is the ultimate female fantasy.