‘He wanted a relationship with Zara,’ I said calmly. ‘He propositioned her several times.’ ‘What?’ Mrs Saxena gasped. The whistle of a pressure cooker in the kitchen disrupted our conversation. ‘Black daal in the pressure cooker?’ Saurabh said, sniffing in the direction of the kitchen. I glared at him. Mrs Saxena exploded. ‘Are you insane? My husband? One of the world’s best researchers in his field?’ Then the cooker whistled again. Saurabh jumped up from the sofa. ‘I’ll go turn the gas off, Mrs Saxena,’ he said. ‘Two whistles are enough for black daal, right?’ She nodded grimly.
