"Separate as in?" Amara braced for the conclusion that was about to come from Aryan's mouth—a nonsense answer, she was sure.
Aryan put the tea on the bedside table and shoved his hand in his pyjamas pocket. "This is what we have decided; it's better if we give my father what he wants."
"And what exactly do you think he wants?" Amara asked, her jaw setting in frustration. She can't believe shes hearing this.
"Me away from Adity; this way we can throw my father off Adity's back; we can't run forever."
"You can leave, taking them with you," Amara suggested; that is what she thought was going to happen. This is how their story will end, at least.
"Where? Where will we be safe? Where will I be able to take care of them?"
"The world is big! Aryan," she snapped, her voice rising in frustration. "A remote village, go to New York or the jungle in Africa! Take your pick!"
