It was a while since Medhahad left and Agni’s life had been slipping into a mundane routine.

There was, however, one almost compulsive behaviour for which Agni hated himself. His eyes kept looking for Medhawherever he went.

A five-foot-something woman with straight hair – he had no idea there were so many of them in the city!

He would see one next to his car on a busy road, driving a car herself, or in the back seat with a male companion. He would often walk briskly to catch up with one w...