From the very start, Ankur had been against sending the invitation letter to Lord Ganesha, but had reluctantly agreed upon Roshni’s resolute insistence. Even though he didn’t want to begin their marriage with yet another argument, he couldn’t help himself from scoring a point or two. “What?” he said with clenched teeth, as if he were trying to bite his tongue, but not really biting it at all, not keeping that acerbic tongue of his under control. “Do you think Ganesha is really going to show up at our wedding? Should we set the table with an extra plate in case he decides to accept our invitation? They say his elephant head has given him a prodigious appetite, ready to eat the cutlery and even the wall decorations if we don’t feed him every last morsel prepared for the guests.”
She did not respond to his sarcasm, merely...
