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

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

63– All good

RoshniWe ate at Kiki's Kitchen. Yasser had chosen the spot, claiming that they made the best murgh makhani. Turns out he wasn’t exaggerating. They did.“Hm…” Mr. Arora hummed after the first bite.“It’s really good, hey?” I commented.“Is this place new?” He asked us. “I’ve never seen this restaurant here and we live just a few blocks away.”“But Mr. Arora you never leave the house.” Yasser chuckled.“Maybe we should change that.” I smiled.“I’m up for it.” Yasser’s gaze lingered on me.“I mean just Mr. Arora and I.” I stressed, pretending I couldn’t see his expression fall.“Roshni, have you got a fiancee?” Mr Arora asked just before he took a big bite.I almost choked on a piece of naan. “Hm?”“You don’t have a fiancee, Yasser doesn’t have a fiancee. You two should… what's the word you young people use nowadays… date.”Yasser had a smug smile on his face, obviously enjoying this.“We’re just –”“Friends.” Yasser pretended to support me.“Not even that… we’re just… associates.”“Ass

All Chapters of Trophy Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 63

61– Chapter 61

62– An Indian Daughter

63– All good