They turned their backs to each other and walked away. It was one step at a time, very deliberate. The tea cups were delicately balanced. Suddenly, they turned around, faced each other and took a sip from their respective cups. The husband’s face contorted violently. The wife smiled, “Kyun ji, chai mein shakkar kam thi?”

Cyanide-laced tea...

Cuppa tea for you, sire?