I CANNOT FIX ON THE EXACT HOUR which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. But sometime during that wet December of twenty-eleven I fell irrevocably in love with Khushi Kumari Gupta. Her spirit, her resilience, her refusal to be anything other than who she was became the standard of Heroineship for me.
But you will ask, Sisters, why I stopped following Khushi months before she left the stage. It was because to me her story was complete when she succeeded in rescuing her kidnapped husband. He had by then finally—finally!—realized that she was entirely innocent and he was entirely in love.
That was enough for me.
The richest stories are those which leave me just short of satiation; stories which leave room for my own imagination to expand. I left Khushi before the curtain call, confident that whatever further challenges she would encounter, they would be resolved by her own power united with the force of Arnav Singh Raizada’s love. Together they would triumph.
So you may imagine how grieved I was to discover that within days of Arnav’s rescue, he and Khushi parted.
A full year would pass before they would see each other again. Let us begin with that moment.