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"Because index number three," she replied, "says ‘protect the children.’ I don't break my contracts."

Karan had a high fever. Chandni stayed up all night, wiping his forehead, singing a lullaby she’d learned from her own mother. At dawn, Mohan walked into the room and found her asleep on the floor, Karan’s hand in hers, Ritu curled up at her feet.

She smiled. "Took you long enough to read it." Index Of Ek Vivah Aisa Bhi

One night, a short circuit in the factory. Mohan was away. Chandni ran into the burning building not for the expensive embroidery machines, but for a small red box. Inside: Ritu’s late mother’s sindoor and Karan’s first baby tooth.

She opened her eyes.

Mohan Saran was a widower with two small children and a garment business on the verge of collapse. He was also her father’s former student. "I don’t expect love," he said, sitting on her faded sofa. "I expect loyalty. My children need a mother. I need a partner who won't run when the stitching machine breaks."

She said yes.

He knelt down and gently moved a strand of hair from Chandni’s face.