‘Sunita is not you?’ Preetam asked. ‘You’ve got a mole as well.’ ‘Ah, Sunita’s mole is a mark of beauty,’ Manjeet said. ‘Mine is just . . .’ She shrugged. Nikki noticed that she kept her hand cupped around her chin to cover her mole. ‘It’s beautiful, Bibi Manjeet,’ Nikki said. ‘Just like Sunita’s.’
