“You seem stressed, Zain.” Anaya asked, leaning on the wall, arms closed at her chest. They were in the garden, sharing a cup of tea thanks to the free lecture, “Since when I wasn’t, Mr Singh?” He asked with a sigh of dismay, leaning on the wall. “Career tension or love? Both are equally stressful anyways.” She asked, pinching his sensitive nerve but displeased at her statement, he frowned, “Since when love became a part of my ordeals? I don't recall having time for a mere subject.” He asked, a grimace plastered on his face.

“Not in your perception but what about hers? Do you deem them unnecessary as well?...