‘Sorry, I’m late' Anjali said.
In a maroon turtleneck and black slacks, with her huge laptop bag on
her shoulder, she looked sleek and elegant.
‘Coming from work?’ I said.
‘Sort of. I freelance now. I work out of a Starbucks near my old office.’
We were at Dunkin’ Donuts in Cyberhub. Saurabh ordered hot tea with
ginger for all of us and a selection of a dozen donuts that came in a massive
pink box.
‘Who is going to have so many?’ I said.
‘Chill, this is a takeaway box. We will take home whatever’s left,’
Saurabh said, picking up a sugar-glazed donut.
‘Thanks for meeting me, guys,’ said Anjali. She looked cuter than ever
in her turtleneck. I wondered if Saurabh would be okay with me dating her
now. After all, the family taboo didn’t apply anymore.
‘Donut?’ Saurabh offered. She
