Next Day.

“For you, Madam,” Zoya dropped a little packed box on her lap before plopping down opposite to her.

“What is it?” Sayantika asked, grabbing the back and shaking it a little to feel what's inside.

“It's a pre-birthday gift for you; I won't be there day after tomorrow to celebrate your birthday, so yeah,” she further added, making her best friend sigh.

“I don't need a gift; I am not even celebrating my birthday this year.” Sayantika forwarded the box and looked out of the window, the gloomy expression gracing her face.

“Okay, first answer my question: How's your and Abhimaan's sex life?” The question took Sayantika off...