CHANDANI

I sat on the couch, a thick novel whose cover is cute and sweet but the content is anything but sweet, splayed open on my lap, my eyes dancing over the sultry words of a dark romance. My fingers traced the delicate pages, my mind lost in the twisted, intoxicating love story that I wanted to happen in my life, god knows when this will happen. I looked at Shiv who was across the room, trying on outfits for an important meeting, his face a mask of concentration as he adjusted his tie in the mirror, and he was talking on the call with his airpods on.