"What if our lives were like TV series?", Ritu asked Raj. She took a sip of coffee from her favourite mug, a plain blue variant, gifted by her ex boyfriend. She waited for Raj to answer. Raj sat opposite her at the table trying to get another paratha from the far away casserole. They were having breakfast. It was Saturday, both of them did not have to go to work. The house, a one bedroom apartment was a mess. Ritu had plans to clean it today and Raj had promised to help. It was 9 AM, a rare site for both of them to be up this early on a Saturday. The cook had woken them up today by ringing the door bell at 7 AM. She had forgotten her keys so she couldn't get inside the house in silence without disturbing the