I was sitting on a rock near the stream, humming to myself while I zoomed in on the iPad when I heard my phone ringing―It was Ayaan. A mischievous smile had stretched my lips upward for I could imagine the look of despair upon his sharp features, receiving the women at the doorstep as I picked up the call and kept it at a reasonable distance from my ears. I knew I was going to be rained by colorful words for the unpermitted allowance of the girls in the cottage for their academic visits, and that he might have borrowed the time, excusing himself to use the bathroom after exchanging the pleasantries. In the case of Yodhya, I hardly believe him to be interested. They despised each other from the core of their souls and I was confident that if either of them could get a chance, they would mur
