Advait looked at Ashi. Ashi looked at Advait. Rohini, they silently decided, had finally cracked. Really, nothing else could explain the “You must call me Krittika, you know?”
And now she sat in mock dignity, carefully turning the glossy pages of her book. Presently, she got tired of waiting for them to reply, and elaborated “It was very wrong of my parents to name me Rohini when I was born under the Krittika nakshatra.”
“A grave injustice indeed,” he agreed solemnly.
Krittika nodded. Advait nodded. Krittika looked expectantly at Ashi. Ashi clapped her hands. “Ooh, can we call you Kira?”
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