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…
