Chapter 8: The Final Dinner and the Next Twist
Arjun’s parents’ bungalow is an oasis in Delhi—marble floors, mogra in the air, and the distant whistle of the pressure cooker from the kitchen. I thought it would be a normal dinner, but the house was buzzing—over a dozen relatives and friends, all chatting, laughing, kids running in the garden.
Even Kabir’s family was there. His mother hugged me, Kabir hovered, concern in his eyes. I felt a pang for simpler times.
Arjun’s mum greeted me warmly, fussing over my hair, praising my earrings, making me sit beside her. For the first time, I felt truly welcomed—no longer just tolerated.
Arjun watched proudly, smirking at Kabir. Kabir gripped his chair, wanting to say something, but Arjun cut him off, commanding the room’s attention.
"Before we eat, I have some good news. The engagement ceremony for Priya and me is set for two months from now. Please be sure to attend."
The room went silent. My heart stopped. The air was thick with mogra, tension, and the taste of betrayal. The drama wasn’t over—this was just the interval.