The silence was deafening. Chaaya stared at Dibankar with horror and shock. It was as if the past was coming back to mock her.
“Who are you?” she asked him in a stricken tone, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and said, “It does not matter. What matters is your reply.”
“No, it does matter. I want to know who you are,” she said with force.
“But it did not matter to you last time. You took the money and fled,” he reminded her.
Chaaya went silent. She could hear the fly buzzing near her ears and the ticking of the old clock in the quiet and old library. She banged the books on the table. Dust particles flew from the desk and Dibankar sneezed.
“What are you doing?” he asked irritated.
“So it was you who asked Kartik to make me and Vikram part ways?” she asked wanting to get to the bot
