I did not like him at all at first. Indra had just started working under my dad as a freelancer and my dad was so impressed by him that he brought Indra home. For my parents he soon became the son they never had and that obviously made me jealous. I was a rebellious teenager then, picking a fight with every authority figure, including my parents. And Indra was this golden example that I had to stumble upon at every corner. I hated him, but also started to develop a crush on him.
I moved in with him
Meanwhile, confrontations with my parents were becoming unsustainable and I decided to leave home. Through a series of unfortunate events, I ended up alone on the street one night with no money and no idea where I would sleep that night. Like an angel, Indra turned up and offered me a place to stay. So I moved in with him in a hostel where he was completing his postgraduate diploma. To my great irritation, I found out that my parents felt rather assured once they heard that I was staying with him.