Her grip on the plastic handle fortified as she looked around. Among the unfamiliar faces, she tried to find one face which was the reason why she was standing at the railway station. Swiftly as wind, she took out her phone and punched Mukund’s number, aggressively muttering foul words. He was late. She had been standing there for about an hour now.

She called him about ten times and all those calls were directed to the voicemail. Stomping her foot on the cemented floor, she couldn’t help thundering with rage. “Where the fuck are you, idiot?”

Like Mukund heard her, he called her back and she took the call in...