Chapter 7: New Temptations

Haunted by memories, I gripped my phone, nails digging into my palm as I blinked back tears. WhatsApp pinged—Kunal’s name and a cheeky emoji lit up the screen.

[Why aren’t you replying? What are you doing?]

I typed: [Looking at clothes.]

[Oh right, you haven’t shopped in a while.]

He remembered even the smallest details. Sometimes I wondered what he wanted from me.

Another bank alert: ₹2 lakh, just like that.

[A lot of new spring and autumn styles out—pick some you like. You’d look great in them.]

I couldn’t help a wry smile at the absurdity of it all. I typed quickly, glancing at the closed door, as if Arjun could read my thoughts.

[I can’t shop anymore for now. Arjun’s getting suspicious.]

[He looked really angry and asked where my money came from.]

Kunal replied instantly:

[Then I’ll have my sister buy them and send them to you. Just say it’s a gift from her.]

[But Meera, when are you divorcing Arjun?]

[Is the eldest son of the Khanna family going to be a third wheel forever? 😏]

The question hung, heavier than silence. I typed:

[Don’t rush.]

After all, Kunal isn’t the only one waiting in line.

I smirked, shaking my head at this never-ending daily soap. Ahead of him, there are still two more.

Just then, Amit messaged:

[There’s an auction in a few days—will you come with me?]

[Of course, pick anything you like.]

The irony made me laugh. The same men who warned Arjun about me now showered me with gifts.

The first time I met Amit face to face was at the orphanage, the scent of Dettol and chalk dust heavy in the air.