Perhaps Abir thought that with time, Sneha would eventually forget him if he didn't visit Dhaka frequently. He likely imagined she would move on, or grow tired of the distance and find someone else. Rolling the foil from one end to the other, Sneha found the thought almost funny and she laughed again; then almost instantly, it turned into anger, humiliation, something sharp and bitter rising inside her. She felt the urge to give him a proper piece of her mind for thinking about it. Stupid! Nonsense! Ruthless! Heartless! Worthless! Brainless and an extremely selfish man! If going distant and acting indifferent is enough for someone to stop loving and walk away, then that was probably what that useless military officer called love in his dictionary. Or perhaps what love actually meant had simply never entered that man's understanding or awareness, not in this lifetime, and not ever, Sneha said it all, one breath after another, shaking with rage, entirely alone...