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CHAPTER TWENTY
“Ready to go?” he winked at me.
The last three days in Kanpur had passed while packing and preparing for the move. It was 7:00 in the morning when we were finally ready to set out for Indore. I just nodded at him as he threw the last bag into the back seat of the car. This was our snack bag. I can’t go on a road trip without snacks. Our family stood next to the car, waiting to distribute goodbye hugs and all the luck they could wish us. Akansha and my family members had also come to see us off. They were all right on the verge of crying, but they showered me in hugs and kisses as Arnav climbed into the car. As we pulled away, I kept waving at them until the image of my family, new and old, disappeared into the distance. Tears flooded my eyes and my heart ached already.
“Music?” he asked into the silence. Obviously looking for a way to distract me.
I nodded in agreement and he switched it on. A song from his gushy romantic
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