Chapter 1: The Truth Behind the Glasses
When Arjun and I were close, he’d always take off my glasses, gazing at me with a softness that made my heart flutter. He’d tease me, tapping my nose, and say, “Priya, jab tu mujhe aise dekhti hai na, lagta hai main duniya ka sabse lucky banda hoon.” Sometimes, after he’d slip my specs off, I’d blink, trying to bring his face into focus, and he’d laugh quietly, brushing my hair behind my ear. In those small, secret moments, it felt like Delhi’s chaos melted away, leaving just the two of us. The distant hiss of a pressure cooker from a neighbour’s flat would remind me the world kept moving, but for that moment, I believed every word he whispered about my eyes.
Until the day I overheard him talking about me.
It happened while I was fetching water in the kitchen. His voice, usually gentle with me, turned cocky, amused. “Usko na, sab kuch blur hi dikhai deta hai. Toh jab main mazaak karta hoon, bechari kuch kar bhi nahi sakti—bas chup chaap muskura deti hai.”
“Arrey, never a dull moment.”
Someone on the other end laughed, asking how he managed to win me over.
I could just imagine Arjun’s face, that half-grin he gave the mirror as if he knew a secret about the world. “Conservative girls are all the same. They only give themselves to the man who truly wants to marry them.”
“I bought an old, rundown 2BHK flat and put only Priya’s name on the deed.”
I remembered the day he handed me the papers. My hands shook so much, Amma’s voice cracked on the phone. “Beta, tu sach mein kitni kismat wali hai,” she’d said, crying. I’d wiped away a tear, overwhelmed. Arjun had watched me with a satisfied, almost smug smile. “She was so moved, thinking I’d staked my entire fortune on her. How could she possibly refuse me?”