He removed the safety pin that was holding my saree pallu and pinned it properly. He looked at my hip. The saree was tucked pretty low.“Well, that�...s perfect the way it is,” he said and turned back. We reached the fifth floor.“Do you know where my husband’s cabinet is?” I asked him.“You haven’t even told me his name. But he is Arun Ramachandran, right? I’m his boss. You can give it to me,” he said and started walking. I followed him.“Thank you, sir. But still, can I know his cabinet? I have to. In the darkness the laugh caught in his throat and died. Pulling his robe more tightly around his bony shoulders he scratched a pentagram in the dirt. The lines kept fading, and he had to retrace them several times before they glowed with clear green light. He chanted a spell of summoning, spoke a Name of Power.Nothing. Another Name, and another until at last he was answered. Within the fading diagram darkness swirled sluggishly, a foul mist that could barely be seen against the paler. It felt better with every passing year, in fact.“How long they keep you here?” she said.He looked up. “Another hour.”She cradled her chin in her palms and tiptoed her fingernails up his chest. “You never know. Maybe you keep the drinks coming, leave me alone so I can work until then… maybe my room number will show up on a napkin somehow. Could happen.”He didn’t quite take the hint, so she gently waved him away.It’s nice to be wanted. It’ll always be nice to be wanted. Her thoughts drifted to a. Hele nua bou tume ajikali bahut free dekhajaucha. Kana ki kehi asunanhanti hele. Ki semiti kana santi lagibani. Naa sekatha nunhe je. Bia ku tike banda naa genhile kana bhala lagiba.Jadi kahibu kichi karibi. Khuli ki hebu. Nua bou tike khali thik karideuna. Huunn thik karideuna. Raju ku dekhiki asichu. Sekatha kahuna. Haan nua bou thik je tume agree naa hele Raju. Kahibi. Mu basiki dekhibi. Ohh nua bou basiki dekha pache mote tike khali aaahhhaa mo bia ku Raju genhu. Hele free re jemiti hebu.