The downpour had stopped long ago. The three gems from the underworld stepped into the elevator that opened in Vasishta’s apartment. An unbearable silence was thick in the air. Its thickness slacked, the closer they stood to each other.
Svāhā was uncomfortable in Vasishta’s reverting gaze which penetrated straight to his heart while Swamy was an unkempt mixture of irresistible emotions, pounding questions and unavoidable illusions.
‘So, you two hooked up? I never took you to be a giver, Svāhā. And here Peril thought his student would be adamant as a mountain and controlled. Manwhoring around already, Eh?’ At last, Vasishta had cut through the eeriness as she spoke contemptuously. Her eyes lingered over Swamy briefly, before she continued.
‘Old man doesn’t know how cu
