Chapter 4 Turn at the Tether It was the night that Sathyam awaited in elation and Roopa approached with trepidation. ‘Guess what I’ve got for you,’ he said, reaching his bride reclining on the bedecked bed. Bogged down with her own agenda, she wasn’t enthused to respond even though he repeated himself, and he tried to rationalize her indifference, ‘Well, she could be bridal-shy.’ Nevertheless, pressing closer to her, he persisted, “You’ve only three chances.” How many times did he visualize, over the fortnight, the scene of their guessing game - a perplexed Roopa fudging, and he goading her