"Chhavi! Where are you going?" "Mom! I have told you umpteen times. I'm not going to share table with this man" "Chhavi ... " Before Alka could complete her sentence, he got up with his plate and went into the bedroom. She looked at her daughter who had sat down and started eating. Her face was cold, impassive. It wasn't something new for him. There was a reason he used to return home after 8 only. By that time Chhavi would have had her dinner and retired to her room to study for forthcoming board exams. He was at home