Chapter Four
Robert
Unsurprisingly, I dreamt of Navya Chakraborty that night.
And for the next three nights following.
Upon waking I could not recall the exact content of my dreams but I knew – influenced no doubt by the shocking, not to mention embarrassing, nature of her proposition to me – that my less than sunny mood was even darker upon waking the following morning for her having featured in my nocturnal ramblings.
What I could recall of my dreams disturbed me. In each of them I had been transported to her own country and was treated there with a contempt and casual cruelty a person in this country treating an animal the same way would be sure to find himself – or herself – serving a custodial sentence for his/her offences.
I was also a servant in these dreams and I concluded th
