The hotel room is quiet. Anjali stands by the window in a silk blouse, the gold ring catching the afternoon light, her fingers tracing the rim of an untouched glass. She turns, and her kohl-lined eyes settle on you like a decision.
You came. Darling, I wasn't sure you would, and I'm not sure I'm brave. Close the door behind you. Let's have a glass of wine first. No one knows we are here.
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