It had been a while since she'd had a good coffee. Strong, rich, bittersweet, and oh so bad for you. Sanyukta was not a fan of love at that moment.
It had been two years, maybe three, since Rehan had gotten married. His wife Ishika was expecting their first child. Everyone had been invited to their mansion up in the country area of England for a house party that was to last for over a month. Ridiculous extravagance, Sanyukta thought, but then Rehan Singh Shekhawat was an enormously wealthy man and could afford to be extravagant. Sanyukta had inevitably been one of those invited - her family and Rehan's had been lifelong friends, and though it had been a long time since Sanyukta had last visited her family home up where Rehan's was, she was still a part of them and thus it would have been an unforgivable insult not to invite her. And while no one would have been surprised had she politely declined the invitation, she was not about to run away and hide like some coward and lick her wounds. No, she was better than that. She would show them that she had not been hurt, that Rehan's betrayal had not cut her straight through her heart...that she had not crumpled up and died.