My eyes narrowed, even as a jealous rage coursed through me when I saw Mohit, my husband, strutting like a peacock in his blindingly bright blue shirt, while talking to a buxom woman across the busy road, who, to my experienced eye was a street walking hooker, although of a much better class than usual!!!!

For me, it was just the second day at work, since my Master, DK had ordered me to work in an organization, as a front desk receptionist, on a temporary basis.