“If I’ve a reason to live,” said Roopa wiping her own tears, “it’s for our love.”
“The hope of my life i but the product of your love, said Sandhya.
“Let it be our sweet secret,” said Roopa mystically, reaching for Sandhya’s lips as though to seal them.
“It’s the charm of our life,” said Sandhya in surrender. “Isn’t it?”
When finally Roopa got up to leave, Sandhya wouldn’t let her get down from the bed. “Stay for a while,” she implored to her mate with a feeling of wanting.
“Given half a chance I would get glued to you,” said Roopa as she reluctantly weaned herself from Sandhya’s vice-like embrace, “but as he rents a house in Hyderabad, I’ve to move into for my sour home then.”