Every time he thought he was finally through with Minty and Vimla, one of them showed up to spoil his day. It wasn’t enough that they had his gold chain, initial pendant and his watch; they wanted his sanity, too, it seemed. His lips twisted in disgust. Minty and Vimla couldn’t control him if Sangita would leave Rajesh and marry him once and for all. Then the blackmailing would stop. Then they would see who was the boss of who. Witches! Vimla sniffled. Faizal took a step backward. He thought about turning around and heading home. She was not his responsibility. Not this time. Faizal was almost certain Vimla’s unsightly display of grief had something to do with that Krishna Govind. He folded his arms over his chest, staring down at her with as much pity as he’d shown Puncheon when Puncheon had capsized into the drain on Christmas. What mischief had Vimla got herself into this time? He looked over his shoulder then scanned the open field. And where the hell was Minty? The crying was subsiding.
