What a pity it was therefore that never, in all her mental rehearsals, had Aashi prepared for the presence of a third. A third that demanded her continuous attention by petulant complaining and walked, not just besides Raj but actually between them, maintaining an impervious barrier between Aashi and her love. What made it worse was that it had been Raj actually, as Tina declared over and over, who had forced her to attend the party.
‘His mother must have ordered him to do it,’ Aashi told herself.
That however, could help but little as a way of consolation for the shattered dreams and lost hopes, especially when Aashi could very well see every eye drawn towards Tina, or rather towards her tiny designer extravagance.
‘I hate such stuffy parties!’ Tina declared as the three of them walked
