Our eyes met and she shot daggers of hatred. Could she know that her man had dropped his mask of “playing nice” with me? That we had both been victims?

We stood there, confronting unspeakable truths, while our object of love, bereft of these feelings, happily danced with the crowd.

Divya is an IT nerd by day and a blogger by night. She’s also a coffee junkie and a Cancerian. She lives in India.