When he closed the distance between them, fury the most prevalent emotion on his face, she was half-bent on shrinking away. His grip on her arm, tight and cruelly harsh, had her wincing and trying to shrug away from him, but it was no use. It had never been any use. When he moved his face within an inch of hers, that was when a genuine chill at his anger slid down her spine.

As much as she'd encountered this side of him, she still felt as if she didn't know it.

"Do you know what it took for me to come here? What it took for me to chance seeing you knowing, knowing that you'd not cared enough to respond?"

"That's not true," she argued, shaking her head fiercely as she grew frustrated. She didn't know where this was coming from, how a simple lack of response to a single letter could have him behaving this way-

"Just tell me, Anjali...just tell me if you've fallen for him."

That gave her pause. Staring at him as if he'd grown two heads overnight, Anjali was barely able to croak, "Kabir?"