INDEX “why, arnav ji? why can’t i love someone else?” khushi whispered trembling all over. her acidity had spiraled out of control. she was holding the espresso maker so tight, its heat was transmitting through her skin permeating to a place in her chest somewhere. hey devi maiyya, what sort of acidity was this! his eyes went molten brown, a fire leaping in them. he leaned toward her, in his hand a large blood red frangipani, and as she…
