"So . . . Did you finally have sex?" Varsha asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she carried Naina's baggage in. Seeing Naina clutch her head like Psyduck from Pokemon, she teased, "Was he so big that he reached to your head?"
"My head is fucked, but not for the reasons you think," Naina said, collapsing on the bed. Varsha's smug face made her gloomier than before and for a thoughtless second, she regretted not jumping on the offer of Ahanay cancelling his meeting for them. But she knew that his manhood needed some rest after the colorful events of yesterday. "Now come on, act like my servant and bring me a drink. The missus of this house is tired."
"What would you like, missus? A Virgin Mojito, a Virgin Pinacolada or a Virgin Mary?"
"Anything that is not virgin."
"And to eat? Pizza with extra virgin olive oil?"
"You have acquired quite a vocabulary, Varsha," Naina said bitterly, dark thunderclouds looming over her demonic eyes. "One might forget that you're a servant."
"When people from my class can become missus of this grand house, I tend to forget too," Varsha said, mischievous stars twinkling in her eyes.
Naina's veins popped like thunderbolts, her words waiting to strike Varsha down. "I hope I don't forget about your Diwali bonus."
"I'm not forgetting your drink and food." Varsha turned around to leave when she suddenly stopped, stretching her hand out to Naina. "Before that, what did you get for me from Maldives?"
Naina sighed, opening her suitcase and digging up treasures from her duty-free shopping at the airport. "Start wearing this perfume from tomorrow, you smell when you sweat."
Smiling and kissing the expensive glass bottle, Varsha left, fluttering like an elated butterfly in a field full of flowers. The peaceful relief that would come after getting rid of a cockroach seeped into Naina's bones, making her drowsy as she lay on her bed. Even though they didn't have sex, she missed his large body wrapped around her as they cuddled into sleep. It had barely been a few hours yet she missed her cacoon, her safe haven, her Ahanay.
As she closed her eyes serenely to lull herself into sleep with sweet dreams of her husband, the jarring ringtone sent her straight awake.
"What now?" Naina snapped, picking up the call from an unknown number.
"You're in danger," a familiar voice spoke from the other side, a voice that sounded like little bells clinking softly at a monastery, the voice of an angel.
"Don't ruin my mood after my honeymoon, Priya."
"Oh, honeymoon," Priya said, dwelling on those words longer than what was appropriate. Naina hated how uncomfortable Priya could make her feel by simply existing. After all, she had been once the mother of the dead child of Ahanay who he had loved dearly. At that thought, jealousy kicked Naina in the gut and set her entire soul on fire.
"I don't see any point why you should be calling me. So if you're done, fuck off please."
"Well, I was calling to save your life. Do you know Ahanay wants you dead so he could be with me?"
Naina snorted. "Yeah, right. These cheap tactics will work only on naive women in soap operas."
Suddenly, there was a crackle from the other side and a recording of Ahanay's voice played, "I will kill Naina, I promise you. Just give me a couple of more days. I need to earn her trust, buy her some flowers, show her some love."
"Show her some love," those words stung her ears more intensely than when she took off in flight for the Maldives, and her ears burst from the impact of the sudden height.
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Arranged Marriage to Kill Him
Romance"Lie there," he ordered, suddenly cutting through the silence and undoing the top button of his kurta. When she didn't move, still shocked at how she ended up marrying this man, he cocked his head towards the bed. "There." * * * Twenty-one year ol...
