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Trophy Wife 48– Fractured
PreetahThe scratching of the golden pen against paper was audible even in this loud atmosphere, I watched Arjun doodle his signature with natural ease, indicating strong muscle memory. He then went on to initial the bottom of all the papers. Was I being delusional? Thinking that Arjun didn’t want to divorce me? Because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have brought these to our date in the first place.“Here.” He handed me the pen. “Sign here and then initial under every page. I can read you the document just in case you think you’re signing your life away.” He smiled. Was that supposed to be a joke? And at a time like this?I didn’t take the pen. “I just don’t get it.” I spoke. “The gifts this morning, the apology, taking me out tonight, what was all that for if you knew that you’d end the day by making me sign divorce papers?”He sighed. “The apology was genuine.”“You could have done all this at home, you even picked out a dress for me, Arjun –” My voice broke.“I wanted to take you some
Trophy Wife 47– Affairs in order
PreetahI watched him down his drink and then called the waiter with a nod of his head. His previous words still lingered in the air. How – how could he say that? The bartender refilled his glass. “Drink up, Preetah.” He took a big gulp and said. “You’ve only had one sip.” “Arjun, you just told me you hate me.” In case he forgot. “How are you just casually encouraging me to drink after telling me that you hate me?” I placed my glass on the bar. “I don’t get it. Are you drunk?” “After one glass of whiskey?” He scoffed. “Why did you say that then?”He turned to look at me, his eyes cold and empty. A body without a soul. “I hate you because you make me vulnerable. And I hate feeling vulnerable.”I searched his eyes for a clue. “What’s wrong with being vulnerable? We’re together.”“Preetah, when I was vulnerable, I got belittled to nothing.” He smiled, looking into the distance as if recalling a far memory. He wasn’t smiling with his eyes. “So I made a promise to never put myself in
Trophy Wife 46– Let loose
Preetah I was wearing a short silk dress hand-picked by Arjun himself. My black wedges almost brought me up to his height. He stood behind me in the mirror, looking at himself. I took a couple of mirror selfies with him in the background. I was not one for pictures, but I needed a cute picture to post on my new I*******m account. According to B Linda, that was the ‘queen way of keeping all the females away without barking.’ So, this was it. After a whole day of watching every single video on her page, it was all down —mentally, down to the smallest detail: how I had to walk, talk, behave, and laugh. After today, Arjun would never want another woman if it wasn't me. “If you're done taking pictures, ma’am, can we go?” I gave him a playful smile, “Just one more.” I said, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Make a funny face.” Arjun raised an eyebrow but didn't object. He placed his lips in a hard line. Was that his idea of a funny face? Still, I pulled a duck face and snapped a quick
Trophy Wife 45– Something unknown
Dean Artha looked like she had no clue. I looked at the others all watching her expectantly. “You know what, I understand Artha’s loss for words.” I said, turning in the office chair to face Arjun. I kept my voice clear and casual. “I don’t think this is the kind of video you watch once.” “Exactly.” Artha took over. “I feel like I need to rewatch it to be able to make a good judgment. The first watch was me just looking out for the basic requirements of advertising, the second watch would be for me to look at it from a client’s point of view.” Arjun looked from Artha to me and then back. He nodded thoughtfully. “Everyone else feel the same?” The looks on people’s face said otherwise, thus making the silence awkward. “I think it was pretty straightforward. It was definitely one of those ads that just make sense.” Harvey said, making it even more awkward. “I agree with Dean and Artha.” Elza said. “Definitely one of those watch twice ads.” Arjun nodded thoughtfully. “In that case
Trophy Wife 44– Ask & you shall receive
Preetah I cleaned the house, pushing furniture out of their places and getting every corner. I damp dusted everything that was not made of cotton, linen, or hemp. I did our laundry, ironed and then packed them away. After that, I cooked, fixed the table and then called babuji out to eat. “I could smell the food from my room.” He chuckled as he took a seat in his usual place. “Enjoy your food, father.” “Thank you, and where’s yours?” I shook my head and smiled. “I am not hungry.” His wrinkles creased up more when he frowned up at me. “You sure?” I nodded. “Is it because of last night?" He asked. “You look like you’ve been crying all night.” A sigh coming from deep down left my chest. Last night? Or every single day since I married his son? “I will talk to him when he comes back. Don’t stress like this, please.” He continued. “I am used to you being the life around here.” I pulled out a chair and sat down. “I got a call from India; my father was in hospital. His bl
Trophy Wife 43– I'll do better
Roshni I got off at the 24-hour pharmacy a few streets from home. I walked in and immediately felt like all eyes were on me. Please let me not see anyone I know. Please don’t let me see anyone I know. As I was walking to the counter, a man followed behind me to stand in line. I let him go first because I didn’t want him knowing what I was there for. When it was my turn again, I looked around me as casually as I could to check that none of our neighbors or parents' friends were around. “Good evening.” I greeted the woman behind the counter, wearing a hijab. “Can I please get two pregnancy tests.” When I got home, Ananya was in the kitchen cooking and my parents were still at work. “Evening, sister Roshni.” “Hi.” I came to kiss her head. “You good?” “Yeah.” She was turning the roti. “How’s Mr. Arora? Mom told us he was in hospital.” “He is fine now; his sugar just went too low.” “Oh shit –” “Ananya.” I gave her a firm look. She knew she wasn’t allowed to cuss. “Sorry, sister
