Love Will Find a Way
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ANURAG GARG
LOVE WILL FIND A WAY
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Contents
Prologue
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Epilogue
Acknowledgements
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LOVE WILL FIND A WAY
Anurag Garg is an engineering graduate and works in the IT industry. He’s the author of two national bestselling novels, A Half-Baked Love Story and Love . . . Not for Sale. He loves to be close to nature and believes in creating circles of love and service around him. He lives in Delhi with his family.
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‘Once you choose love, anything is possible.’
Love you, Mom and Dad!
To Gitanjali,
I don’t know if there’s anything beyond right and wrong.
What I do know is that I want to be with you.
I love you, beyond forever!
Prologue
10 July 2016
New Delhi Railway Station
As soon as the delayed train reached the platform, passengers rushed to board. We quickened our pace as clouds began to gather in the sky. Looking up, I saw insidious grey encroaching on the blue expanse. The city was ready to welcome its first rain.
As the first few drops fell, we entered the carriage along with the other disgruntled passengers. When we found our berth, Gitanjali grabbed the window seat, as always, and asked me to buy a bottle of water from one of the stalls in the platform after placing our luggage in the overhead bin. I gave her an exasperated look. She looked outside as raindrops began to trickle down the window pane. She was wearing a pair of skinny black jeans and a turquoise T-shirt. Her warm chestnut hair rested on her neck and her long eyelashes swept alluringly against her rouged cheeks, from time to time.
‘Get me a packet of chips, too.’ She thoroughly enjoyed it when I catered to her every need, especially when we were on vacation. Three years into our relationship and we still bickered like teenagers! I handed her the requested goods while she plugged in her headphones.
I rummaged through my bag to find my neck pillow and settled down with my Saadat Hasan Manto book as the train pulled out of the station.
There was a couple with two children in the seats next to us. We exchanged smiles as a man selling tea came our way. They attempted to engage me in small talk even though I tried to keep to myself and buried my head in my book. Gitanjali, however, adores making conversation. With her legs folded under her and her hands gesturing wildly, her face glows when she narrates one of her tales. She began talking to the couple and playing with the kids. It made me immeasurably happy seeing her bright eyes and animated smile.