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CHENNAI,12:30 PM
ANAMIKA'S POV;
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The apartment was quiet, a welcome break from the chaos of yesterday's wedding. the soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound, soothing but also a reminder of how different things were here compared to the liveliness of my cousin's wedding. but I wasn't thinking about the reception tomorrow or any of that. It was about Deera now.
I hadn't told her or anyone in our circle about the stuff I was involved in. I kept contradicting myself, unsure of what to say. I couldn't just ask if she was okay—I'm not dumb. She was staring blankly at me, lost in her thoughts.
"Did you eat?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"No," she answered flatly.
I headed into the kitchen to make pasta for her. It's the only thing she eats without complaining. She sat on the kitchen slab, her expression unchanged.
"How long?" she asked, her voice monotone.
"Forty-five minutes," I said, thinking she was asking about the food.
I was wrong.
She suddenly gripped her hair and screamed, "How long have you been involved in this shit?"
I froze. Without thinking, I immediately pulled her into a tight hug and whispered, "I'm not doing anything like Mr. Khandelwal, trust me."
"I do," she replied after a moment of silence.
"I'm here for you, no matter what the situation is. I was, I am, and I will be until my last breath. I'm just a call away, remember that," I said honestly. I'd give my life for my girls.
Deera pulled back, her eyes narrowing. "And what about you? Why are you in this shit, Anamika? How long have you been? When were you planning to tell me? Or was it gonna be a secret until you're buried in your grave?"
I looked away, my voice low. "I don't want to talk about that right now. We'll discuss it later."
