" I closed my eyes, imagining every feature of his face. He had greenish eyes that could challenge the ocean. He had this amazing way of smiling which could melt the toughest hearts. He was the epitome of perfection and a paragon of gentlemanly conduct. He was precious and gallant towards everyone. Probably, that’s why I was spellbound. For me, he was debonair. Boys like him shouldn’t be born.
He didn’t belong here.
He didn’t belong to me. "

― Pratibha Malav , If Tomorrow Comes (A Kind Of Commitment, #2)