who is better than I am; a woman who will compel me to bow my head in admiration.’ ‘You bow to elders and parents, Dada. A wife is the one you share your life and passions with,’ said Bharat, a crooked grin on his face, brows arched suggestively. ‘By the great Lord Brahma, I pity the woman you will marry. Your relationship will go down in history as the most boring of them all!’
