“Saale, yehi hoga tumhara saath! Agar abhi nahi bole naa, toh ladki ka valimah pe firnee khate dikhoge!”
I’d seen her every day in school, and never felt anything in particular for her before. If anything, I found her bossy. She could be charming. But. She was a poor loser. More than once she’d refused to talk to me on the rare occasions when I managed to answer one if the teacher’s trivia questions faster than her. The King of England is George! I’d shout, and for the rest of the day I’d have to defend myself against her icy silence.