"Simran is just a friend and nothing more than that " Replied nikhil with a little bit of worry in his voice.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes ofcourse"
"Then what is this" Saying this she slipped out the print out from her purse and placed it on the table.
Nikhil picked up the print and satrted reading, while reading his face kept truning more and more pale the sweat of fear was seen on his forehead.
Looking at him Smita was quiet shure that there is something that he was hiding.