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Trophy Wife 50– Breaking point
RoshniA car that had overtaken the second car from us had collided head to head with another moving in the opposite direction.Junior stopped the car and was undoing his seat belt quickly.“Where are you going?”“To see if they’re okay. Call an ambulance.” He rushed out, leaving the key in the ignition.I grabbed the keys and ran after him. My fingers, which were normally fast on the keyboard, were fumbling three little digits: 112.The driver that had overtaken had a deep cut on his forehead, with blood gushing out. I had never seen that much blood before. My heart began pounding faster. As I spoke to the operator, I watched Junior pull his plain white t-shirt over his head and hold it ag
Trophy Wife 49– Unlocking
DeanI was adjusting the settings on the aircon when the doorbell rang. It was a chilly Saturday morning, with the clouds looking dark and angry, as if it would rain today. I am not one for checking the weather so I had no clue whether or not it would actually rain. I didn’t have any plans anyway, so it didn’t bother me.I grabbed my gown and threw it on as I made for the door.I opened and saw Elza hugging her chest on my doorstep.“It’s cold.” She grinned“Elza?” I frowned. “What are you – how do you know where I stay?”“Paper work.” She beamed, as if I had to understand what that meant.I looked her down to her white furry heels. “Well, can I help you?”“It’s cold, Dean, won’t you invite me in? Coffee perhaps?”“I don’t have coffee.”Her smile dropped. Okay, maybe that sounded a bit rude. But then again, what was she doing here? Besides in meetings, we’ve never said more than two words to each other, the two words being a greeting.I stepped aside and let her in.“Nice place.” She
Trophy Wife 48– Fractured
Preetah The 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. “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 somewhere nice, but you wanted to go somewhere I wanted to, I agreed because I thought about it like a last ask –” “You can’t be serious.” More tears fell
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
