Aarti was with Vikram in her one-bedroom flat. It had been raining for quite some time - the dirt washed away, street lights reflected on the wet roads. There were distant rumbles in the evening sky, sounding almost ominous. Very few cars sped down the empty road below. The room was half-lit by a single lamp on the study desk.

 It was just the two of them inside the flat. They had returned a while back after dining at the Marriott in Juhu.

 “I’ve been missing you for days, Vikram! I don’t reme...