Chapter 3: Discovering the Truth

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Next morning, while Ananya was busy doing her makeup, I quietly took her tablet out from her bag.

She didn’t notice—just picked up her bag and left like usual.

Her WhatsApp was still logged in on the tablet.

I scrolled through all her contacts, checking every guy’s chat. Everything seemed normal—nothing out of place.

Then, after one in the afternoon, a new WhatsApp message popped up.

“Ananya, khana khaya? Come to my office for a bit.”

“Professor Mehra, abhi?”

“Yes, now.”

So far, nothing unusual.

But then, the next few messages made my hands go cold.

“Didn’t I just come to your office yesterday at lunch?”

“You dress up so nicely and keep roaming around in front of me—what should I do? Don’t worry, I’ve calculated, these days are your safe period.”

“Accha, coming now~”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

My girlfriend, with her own professor?

A man thirty years older than her? Arrey yaar.

My head spun, like someone had just splashed a glass of ice-cold nimbu paani on my face. In all these years, I’d never doubted her, not even once. Now, all of it was right there, black and white, glowing on the screen. My palms grew sweaty, and I wiped them on my jeans. My pulse was so loud, I thought my heart might burst. For a long moment, I just stared at the blinking cursor on the screen. The only sound was the pressure cooker whistling in the neighbour’s kitchen.