Bab 33: The Question that Shocked Him

Nihaal waited in the study, observing the volumes lined up on the shelves. Poetry – Wordsworth, Byron, Keats, poetry of the impossible love! Nihaal looked at the sunrays stream through the chintzy curtains and calmly waited for Suhasini to arrive. He very well knew that she would come. He knew that the lust he felt, the passion that possessed him had taken Suhasini too into its grip. Whatever it was, it was mutual. The grip of this madness was intense, relentless and incurable.

The door opened.