Anne
"it's your entire fault!" Yohaan yelled at Ayaan, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. His newly brought cell phone was clutched tight in his other hand. Vivo, camera and music appeared on the screen as the phone booted up with the default sound. His loud voice had earned a couple of looks from the passing strangers, but he remained unaffected, and so did his unwavering glare.
"No, it's your fault." Ayaan retorted and raised his hands in shellacking surrender. His voice reached an octave of frustration in the beginning and immediately dropped till the ground level when an old lady standing nearby gave him an irritated look.
It was his only weakness. The feeling of being humiliated. He could endure a million accusations, but the humiliation was something unbearable for him.
