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Trophy Wife 62– An Indian Daughter
ArjunI sat on the couch, hand under my chin, waiting. Every minute that ticked by made me feel humiliated, worthless and disrespected. I told her forty minutes ago to get home and she still wasn’t here.Grinding my teeth felt like working a fidget toy, it was keeping me from going out and turning Dean’s place upside down to find her. That little girl. I shook my head regrettably as sadness crept in. How could she let Dean put his hands on her? I thought she was innocent. Little Artha throwing tantrums and attitudes here and there. When did she…Fuck. I held my head in my hands. How was I blind enough to let Dean play with my sister right under my nose? All those times I trusted and left them together. “Arjun.” Preetah came from upstairs.The sound of her voice instinctively made the corner of my lip curl, like tasting something distasteful.“Why don’t you come to bed? You haven't had any sleep.”I narrowed my eyes. “Are you serious?”She lowered her eyes – hypocrite.“You haven't h
Trophy Wife 61– Chapter 61
Preetah“I was standing at the balcony getting some fresh air when I saw Artha running out of the gate.” I said.The policeman taking my report looked up expectantly. “And then what else did you see after she ran out?”I exchanged looks with Arjun, who had a hand at the base of my back. He was also looking at me like I was leaving out something.“I saw her get into a car and then they drove off.”“Okay, who are ‘they’?” The same police officer asked me.“Artha…”“Artha and? You said ‘they’.”Arjun shifted closer to me. “Honey, you need to be more specific here.”I looked at the faces of the men, all hinting at the same thing.My eyes shot over at Dean again, all alone in the backseat of the police car with his head dropped. “Uh… Artha and… the person who was driving.”The men looked at me like I had given the wrong answer to a question that wasn’t asked.The other officer who wasn’t writing anything cleared his voice. “Did you see Artha get into that man’s car?” He gestured towards D
Trophy Wife 60– Dawn
ArthaAfter tossing and turning a million times, I was sure that it still wasn't 6am. I couldn’t check, Dean's clock had been standing at 1h34 since we got here. Dean said that I had to turn my phone on at exactly 6 o'clock. That he will text me and fill me in on how the conversation went and what the way forward would be.I sprung up from the bed, chucking the sheets away. My hands shook, as I imagined Dean explaining how we’d managed to hide our relationship right under their noses. Oh crap. What if things went totally south? What if Arjun and dad refused to accept our relationship?I ran my hands through my hair and went to sit at the edge of the bed. Calm down, Artha. I knew dad and Arjun could be stuck up and all moral, but I also knew that they loved Dean to the core. Dean was like family in that house. I didn’t see Arjun refusing our relationship. I mean, he didn’t mind Dean and I going to see clients all by ourselves. He didn’t mind it when called Dean to pick me up from pla
Trophy Wife 59– No other guy
Dean“Hello, everyone.” I greeted when I got close.No one answered, except Preetah, with a weak wave.I had been to this house a million times before but today I felt like I needed an invitation to sit down.“Hi, Dean.” Arjun said, after what felt like forever. “Arent you gonna sit?” Something was off about him. I saw this look on him when he spoke to the other employees at the office – an emotionless cold expression.I sat down on the next couch and waited for them to lead.“I thought you’d come with Artha…” His words lingered in the room even after they were said.I felt so uncomfortable, this was not the conversation I should be having with my best friend. For sure he was disappointed in me. I let him down.“I…” I wanted to speak but the words felt stuck in my throat. I couldn't even look them in the eyes.“Why would you pick my sister up at midnight?” Arjun asked. “And don’t try to deny it because we checked the cameras, it was your car, Dean.”I tapped my foot vigorously, bitin
Trophy Wife 58– No way back
Dean“At home, why?”The other side went quiet. Every silent second that passed felt like the room was losing more and more oxygen.“Because Artha is not home.” He said. “She hasn’t been since midnight. Has she told you anything about where she’d be?”If he knew Artha and I were together, then this was just a question to trap me. But if he didn’t then why would he be asking me? Why me?But I had to give some response, fast.“Hello?” He asked.“I – don’t know what to say… Do you think she’s okay?”Silence.Shit. Clearly I chose the wrong response.
Trophy Wife 57– Static
ArjunThe hairs on my arms shot up, it was either the cold air slapping against my skin or Steve’s blabber.“She was in her nightgown. I – I didn't think she was actually going anywhere.” He continued. “I even asked if I could drive her and she told me to act like I didn’t see her.”“And you didn’t think to tell me?”He shook his head slightly, fidgeting with his hands as if they were itchy.I couldn’t believe the adults in this house.I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Steve.” The word carried everything I wasn’t saying.“I am so sorry, sir.” He tried. “Nex
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