She was scared. Hell scared. And she should be. Because jab Aaryan Rajvanshi badla lene nikalta hai, toh uske liye na samne waale ka chehra maayne rakhta hai, na uski majboori, na uski maafi. Sirf ek cheez dikhti hai—badla. Aur main woh badla lene aaya hoon. Dheere, lekin usi tarah jala kar, jaise kabhi usne mujhe andar hi andar jalaya tha.
I picked up a spoonful of palak sabzi from the thali in front of me. The smell itself was enough to make my throat tighten—I was allergic. I always had been. Aur usse pata tha. She knew it.