Love that has no limits

Previously

…Sesha’s breath hitched. She had known this day might come, had dreaded it with every fibre of her being, but the reality was a thousand times more brutal than her imaginings. “Father, please,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper, laced with the desperation of a cornered animal. “He is a good man. He… he loves me.” “Love?” Mr. Anand scoffed, the sound a harsh, grating noise. “What does a man who drives a taxi know of love? He knows of fares, of tips, of the next meager meal. He knows nothing of the life you deserve, the