Anjali felt like her face was on fire. She struggled to stop her chin from trembling.
He stared at her, his mouth open, as if he was stumped by her reaction.
“Anjali, what makes you so upset? She is an ex-colleague yaar, just like you,” he said.
“Just like me? You shared a similar relationship with her?” Her voice choked with rage.
“No, no.” He protested.
“She seems keen to rebuild old ties,” she said, willing her pounding heart to calm down, but her raised voice and piercing look betrayed her irritation.
“She’s a very cheerful person. Maybe I should bring her along during my next trip to Shimla. You will love her; a charming lady.”
“It appears so. But please don’t use me as an excuse to smuggle her in.” Anjali felt another fire rise from her stomach. She regretted saying it almost immediately.
“Anjali, please don’t start imagining things,” he yelled.
She turned to face him, stunned, and stared at his face. That seemed to have calmed him. He squeezed her shoulder.
“She’s a dear friend. That’s all. You must not say such nasty things. Please. I don’t expect this kind of cheap talk from you. I thought you were mature.”
Anjali felt miserable. He had for the first time raised his voice, expressed disgust at her thoughts. Was Sunaina one of his old flames? She was almost convinced this woman was more than a dear friend to him.