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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. 1. JHANVI
  5. 2. ASHRAY
  6. 3. JHANVI
  7. 4. ASHRAY
  8. 5. JHANVI
  9. 6. ASHRAY
  10. 7. JHANVI
  11. 8. ASHRAY
  12. 9. JHANVI
  13. 10. ASHRAY
  14. 11. JHANVI
  15. 12. ASHRAY
  16. 13. JHANVI
  17. 14. ASHRAY
  18. 15. JHANVI
  19. 16. ASHRAY
  20. 17. JHANVI
  21. 18. ASHRAY
  22. 19. JHANVI
  23. 20. ASHRAY
  24. 21. JHANVI
  25. 22. ASHRAY
  26. 23. JHANVI
  27. 24. ASHRAY
  28. 25. JHANVI
  29. 26. ASHRAY
  30. 27. JHANVI
  31. 28. ASHRAY
  32. 29. JHANVI
  33. 30. ASHRAY
  34. 31. JHANVI
  35. 32. ASHRAY
  36. 33. JHANVI
  37. 34. KAVYA
  38. 35. ASHRAY
  39. 36. RISHI
  40. 37. JHANVI
  41. 38. DR SHYAM
  42. 39. ASHRAY
  43. EPILOGUE
  44. TO MY READERS
  45. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  46. ABOUT THE BOOK
  47. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  48. A MUST READ

I began to cry, finally hearing the words I had longed for my whole life. ‘We tell you that you are perfect, Jhanvi, because to us you are.’ He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into him. I sobbed. Feeling my father’s arms around me, I knew that what he said was the truth. ‘So, come to Delhi, and we can fix this?’ he asked.

‘No, Dad, I need to sort this out by myself.’

‘How about I move in?’ Kavya stood in the kitchen doorway, yellow plastic gloves covering her hands. She had been cleaning my kitchen again; and like a madwoman, I felt like laughing. ‘I can make sure that Jhanvi gets back on track with her diet and I enjoy helping her with her work. It really is very interesting. What do you say, Jhanvi? Do you have an opening for an executive assistant?’ I smiled; my best friend to the rescue again.

My mom shook her head, not convinced that it was enough.

‘I’ll see the psychiatrist that the nurse recommended. Kavya can drop me for every appointment and make sure I go in. I don’t want to go back to Delhi, please,’ I begged. ‘This is my home. I know it doesn’t look like much, but I like my life. I just …’ remembering the moment I lay motionless on this very floor, I looked my mom in the eyes and said, ‘… I need help.’ Visibly, my mom relaxed, in the same way that I had moments earlier in my dad’s embrace. She could relax because I knew it now. I knew I needed help.

‘Okay, if that’s what you want, then we will do it your way, but I’ll stay back with you for a few more days. And Jhanvi, we want to hear from you more than once a week. Okay?’ my mom said. ‘And video call your parents once in a while. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but we miss you terribly.’ She stood up from the couch, arms open, welcoming me into a hug.

The rest of the evening was spent cleaning up my apartment and laughing. By the time my dad was ready to leave, I felt that I had some semblance of control again. My mom had her arm around me as my dad left my apartment, promising to phone me as soon as he landed in Delhi. I hugged him and closed the door.