Sameer was an i***t of epic proportions. That much was clear. Married for eighteen years with two grown up kids, and he had jeopardized everything for an affair. When he thought with his head, as he was doing now, the lunacy of his actions was obvious. But then he had hardly been thinking these days. Not with his head anyway.
He thought back to the first time he met with Ritu after that crazy afternoon in the office. He had resolved to put an end to the madness. He invited her to lunch to talk things over.
The familiar soya-vinegar smell of Berco's greeted them, as a waiter reeking of cheap cigarettes, guided them to a table towards the back. It was mostly office crowd, small groups of executives in twos and threes. Ritu looked radiant in a pale pink saree with a black border. He knew
