INDEX he walked into shantivan looking grim and aloof. his lips were pursed tight and he walked ahead completely unaware of om prakash who had opened the door for him and greeted him with a smile, taking his brief case and laptop from him. he didn’t even see the whole family sitting in the drawing room, he saw nothing, he didn’t want to see anything now, he needed to be by himself… to not feel what he was feeling.…
INDEX “are you okay, ahhnav?!!” jean pierre sounded alarmed, “what’s the matter! are you feeling ze illness?” asr took a couple of minutes to calm down. there was whisky all over his hands, his shirt, his slacks, a bit of sizzle wherever it splashed, but what burned really was in his head… a sudden flare of temper and other things the moment he heard jean pierre say he wanted to take that wretched girl out. asr closed his eyes…
INDEX insane longing. khushi was about to wake up, her eyes were just beginning to open when she felt a tremor from somewhere else, some other time, right in her heart. she so wanted him. her eyes flew open. what was she thinking? who was this him? the evening before came rushing back even as bright sun rays hit her eyes. khushi swallowed convulsively, something clutched at her abdomen, she turned and grabbed a pillow to her chest, and…
INDEX “khushi?” her hand went still, the toothbrush stayed in her mouth. she stared at the mirror, a little misty from the steam. he’d called her by her name the very first time. not the terse “miss gupta!” just… khushi. he had kissed her. khushi’s eyes went round in an instant, saucer like, her lips formed a perfect “o”, the toothbrush remained where it was. he had kissed her! that awful man. how dare he? she was going to……