"Oh, Roopa, my hope, I'm aware that my move would agitate you. But how am I to portray the thousand deaths I died wanting to avoid distressing you. All these days, I've chosen to suffer silently without making you privy to my predicament. Then, it dawned on me that I owe it to you to let you know that a poor soul is bathing in the warmth of love that is inspired by you. That apart, do I have any right to deny my love its legitimate expression? How does that matter even if it's unrequited? On that fateful evening,