CHAPTER FOURTEEN

POV: Arnav

I went into the house, asking Arunima Bhabhi, “hey! Bhabhi, where’s Kriti ji?” as I loosened that choking tie.

“Oh! She must be with Shreya, this is playtime,” she stated, and then she was right back to tease. That disposition—making fun of each other—apparently ran in our family. “Can’t you live without her even for a second, Arnav?”

“Bhabhi, It’s nothing like that,” I defended myself. “I just wanted to know where she is.”

She offered me a glass of water. “Well, then, she must be in Shreya’s room. Should I call her?” she winked at me. Everyone used to do that to me. It was funny that they all seemed to have a story in their heads about my life with Kriti. It was like they thought we were drowning in romance. Only Kriti and I knew the truth. I took a gulp of water and denied, “no