"Mr. Khanna, have you ever been to Egypt?"
Angad looked at her as if she's gone insane. Of all things this was the last question which he expected from her.
Despite the impertinence of the question he replied, "Yup, a couple of times. But why do you ask?" he questioned suspiciously.
"Oh!! Then you must know why Egyptian kids are always in a confused and dazed state."
"They are? By the way I have not gone to Egypt simply for socializing with children."
'Obviously. No wonder you are a dumb headed freak with a heart made of pyramid blocks but hollow inside', she muttered incoherently under her breath.
But unfortunately, Angad clearly understood what she had said. Giving her a long, cold stare which she felt had pierced her bone marrow; he asked if she was gracious enough to answer her own-out-of-the world query.
"Of course, Mr.Khanna. The answer is quite simple. Because after death their daddy becomes a mummy."
After hearing this, Angad's jaw dropped open. He was dumb-founded. He was now confident that either Kripa had gone berserk or she was using supererogatory questions to beat about the bush.
Having him thrown him temporarily off guard, Kripa attempted to walk out of the room. But by the time she had turned and walked towards the door, Angad had regained his composure and halted her by wrapping his warm fingers around her cold wrist from behind in a tight and firm grip.
The result of their first physical contact was bizarre. A slight shiver made its way down Kripa's spine and Angad experienced an eerie movement in his body.
