“You even added curd to it. You wanted to kill me, didn't you?” he said with an accusing tone. His fingers were pointing at me. His eyebrows were knitted in the middle. All I can see is his hateful expression. I patted my forehead. Has he senses? Who dies by having curd?
Oh my God! He did not even have a spoonful of rice. How can he blame me this much? I pressed my lips and stared at his face. I didn’t know whether he looked red because of reaction to curds in his body or due to anger.
Wasn't he the same Neil who ate all the curd rice saying it wouldn't kill him? He reacted as if I had mixed poison into the dish. I shook my head with no.
“No... How can curd kill you? It's not even a poison. If I really wanted to kill you, I would directly stab you to death. Why would I take the risk of
