\ əˈprɪs.ə.ti \ warmth of the sun breaking through in winter. "Marry?" asked Ranveer. "Last I remember, you refused me to marry me when asked!" Ranveer's search for hints of remorse in her eyes proved futile. "I'm sorry about that and about your fiancee eloping." A wry chuckle escaped Ranveer's lips. "Please, Suhani. I know you meant what you had said. And I know you aren't interested in marrying me, so why the meet and the proposition?" Suhani drew a sharp breath and a stern smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Well, we can offer each other something that the other wants. Marrying me will help you and your family save face." "What does the proposition offer that you want?" he asked with his eyes narrowed. "A chance at motherhood."