Sanjana was standing at the bar table of a sophisticated pub in downtown Paris.She was 39, but looked not even a day older than 31..ok 32..maybe..But looked every bit glamorous even after 2 children. The solitaire on her finger shone like a moon in the sky, which her husband had gifted on their Anniversarry As she gazed at the Bordeux wine she was drinking , a man came and sat next to her. Handsome.. Very handsome.. Really handsome..Like those 1970s heros.. Chivalrous..Perfectly fit.. A bit of grey hair.. But he carried it really well "May I buy you a drink?" He glanced at her.. She smiled coyly.. He was too handsome to decline "I am Rajeev, you can call me Ryan ..I work with HSBC, in Rue de Monceau.." ..and you? From India? "No.. From London.. " she said faking a British accent.. I am Susan..married "she said showing her solitaire was definitely worth a few millions "Yes, I am married too.. But you made me forget that" he said and she aga...