Inside the tin Shelter in the mountainside cave, two very beautiful young women sat on the bed. It should have been a very harmonious scene, but the atmosphere between them was a bit strange at the moment.
More precisely, Anjali had been visually scrutinizing Divya, who was pretending to be nonchalant, with her gaze.
After an entire morning, that scrutinizing look never left Divya. She finally couldn't take it anymore and spoke first:
"What exactly do you want? You've been staring at me all morning, are you trying to kill me?" Divya, still feigning ignorance, pretended to be angry.
"You still ask me what I want to do?"
"Don't you have anything to tell me?"
"Or are you saying you and your little lover are having an affair right under my nose, and I'm not allowed to say a word?"
Anjali ignored Divya's feigned anger and scolded her sharply.
"Who's having an affair? You need to make it clear today, or I'll beat you to death!"
