My husband has a rather peculiar habit. The sun might rise late on some days, but Arnab-babu's morning alarm never fails. Without exception, he wakes up at precisely six o'clock every single morning.

My schedule, on the other hand, is completely different. At twenty-two, with my youthful inclination to stay up late reading storybooks or spinning fictional tales, my sleep refuses to break before eight in the morning. Back at my parents' house, I used to get scolded so much for this! But here, in Arnab Singhania's household, things are quite different.