Before you begin reading the actual story of two people falling in love despite of all the efforts put in by one of them for not falling in love, I want you to think of something else.

Think that you have bought home a pack of brand new playing cards you saw in the market, but here's the thing- you don't know how to do anything with cards. Now, you sit for some time looking at the cards, deciding what to do with them. You are determined to do something, like everyone else who brings home something new. After some moments of thinking an idea strikes your head and you suddenly know what to do with those cards. With all your energy, you run towards the nearest table and shove off everything that's kept up there. You sit next to the table and open up the pack of cards, slowly but impatiently. You have decided to make a house of cards.

With the final image ready in your mind, you set out to make that image in your head into reality. You start building the house of cards but since you are new to all this construction, your cards will fall initially. Will you give up? No.

Slowly, you complete that first level of your castle and the grin on your face grows wider. With trembling hands, you now reach out for more cards. You pause for a moment or two to stretch your body and then get back to work. You know the technique now and you are doing an amazing job for a beginner. You have never been so stressed about something so invaluable to you, but still you continue making the house of cards. The trembling of your hands will increase but you don't stop. You slowly wipe the sweat off your forehead and put the final cards on top of the pyramid.

You have done it. You have finally finished making that house of cards. You are now so excited that you start jumping and singing and suddenly you start feeling so happy without any reason. Then something happens and someone opens the window and a soft breeze that cannot even wake a sleeping dog up, shatters that castle of cards. A gust destroys all the hard work done by you in the last few moments.

Instantly, you feel angry at the wind. You will be mad at everything around you. You would want to cry, shout, sit in a corner and probably want to hit everyone on their head with a metal bat. But in the end you will realize that the castle of cards that you just built wasn't going to last forever and it was meant to be broken. In the end you will give a short laugh and collect all the cards and probably throw them in a drawer. After that you will get back to your normal life and the pack of cards will remain unused in the drawers.

Now, you must be wondering why I made you think about something as stupid as that. Don't worry, I'll make everything clear.

Just like that shattered house of cards, hearts of real people are broken in this world, and most of the times no one even cares to clean up the mess. All the efforts put in by someone to make their heart love someone are thrown away when something decides to break their heart.

My name is Raavi Chopra and I, currently, live in Delhi with my parents and a younger brother. Lately, my heart has been that broken castle of cards, but I think I am very lethargic, because I don't want to clean the mess- Everyone else does, but not me.

It's been a year since Kabir died and I'm still not able to forget that day. I curse my destiny every day, every second, every moment when the smiling face of my love flashes in front of my eyes. Kabir died, but he took my life with him as well. And every day that passes my longing to be with him grows increasingly.

My heart got pierced when I heard about the death of Kabir and the pain hasn't left, even today. I have searched different medical stores and have even consulted a few doctors, but sadly, no one makes pain killers for heartaches.

I miss you, Kabir. I miss the way we fought on the same topic on who loves the other more. I personally loved when you used to say, 'I love you even more.', but used to pretend that I disagreed.

But Kabir, every time when you used to say that, you lied, because if you would have actually loved me, you would have never left me.

I'm sorry, Kabir, I was never a perfect girlfriend. I know that you deserved someone better but at least you could have warned me before leaving me. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.

'Bye, maa.' I said heading towards the main door of my house. It was 9 and I had to leave for my work. I am an Interior Decorator, by profession and Kabir used to love my work.

'Wait up.' Maa said running towards me and I stopped. 'What happened about the boy I asked you about?'

'What boy?' I asked in confusion.

'Pushkar. Don't you remember we met his family at Rajni's marriage?'

Did she really expect me to remember some people that I had met at Rajnikant's marriage?

After looking at my blank expression she said, 'Remember Radhika auntie?' and I nodded, 'It's her son that I want you to meet.'

'But why mom? I don't want to get married right now.'

'What "Why"? Don't you remember your age?'

26- Just the age where every mother starts demanding their daughters to leave.

'Why are you quiet? You should have got married two years ago.'

It was then my mother realized what she said.

'Yeah, I too wish that we could have got married when Kabir was alive.' I said and she looked away. 'Things would have been so better, then.'

'Look,' she said softly and placed her palm on my left cheek, 'I'm sorry for what I just said, I didn't mean it.'

'I know.'

'But you can't live in his memories forever, can you?' she said and I looked down. 'Please, just meet him. I promise I won't force you to make any decisions.'

'Alright.' I mumbled and believe me that one single word took all the courage I had in my heart at that time.

'Great.' She cheered, 'So Saturday would be fine?'

'Yeah.' I again pushed my heart to say that.

'I love you, child.' She said and planted a kiss on my forehead.

'Love you too, mom.' I said and picked up my bag. 'Bye.'

'Bye,' Mom said waving her arm. 'And please finish your lunch.'

So you just met my mother. Dolly Chopra- a typical Punjabi housewife and an amazing mother. She is exactly the kind of mothers they show on daily soaps and only one word can define her fully and completely- "Punjabi". She is a workaholic and spends most of her time in the kitchen. But no amount of work has managed to keep her fit. She's an overweight and most of her hair are white. She looks like an old lady who has devoted her life to her gods, but that's not the truth. With all the work she does for us, she can barely talk to God for some minutes or so- but those few minutes can seem a lot, even to gods, for people would not really prefer talking to my mother because she is just so annoying.

Maa is completely unpredictable. Mostly she reacts where a reaction is needed but she can also erupt at most unlikely moments. Despite all that, I love her. She is a wonderful woman and an excellent mother.

I was driving my car when my phone rang. It was from Maa.

'Hello?' she said.

'Hello, maa?'

'Raavi, I've fixed the meeting.' She said and I can bet that she was jumping on her feet.

'Okay, so?'

'Pushkar will come and pick you up tomorrow evening at 7:30. Isn't it amazing?'

'Whatever, maa,' I said and stopped my car at the signal, 'can we talk later, I'm driving?'

'How many times do I have to tell you to stop the car before answering your phone?' Her tone changed at once.

'Alright, bye.' I said and hung up.

So, now I was forced to meet the son of Radhika auntie, my mom's childhood friend. And let me tell you that calling Radhika auntie my mother's photocopy would be like praising the photocopy machine, because even it can't be that accurate. Both of them are just like the Ditto marks- exactly the same. I was just wondering how the son of Radhika auntie would be and how much time would I take to reject him.

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So this is something new tried by me.

Do tell me if you think it is going to work out or not and obviously, I'm begging you to share as much as you can.

That's all.

Keep smiling

Stay happy and adios, till then.