Just then a loud shriek and the door of the bathroom opening make us pull away from each other.
“I am so sorry,” the woman says, and embarrassment fills my chest. I am not someone who takes pleasure in being caught in a compromised position in public.
“No, no,” I say, glaring at Reyansh, who seems to be enjoying this situation as I limp my way out.
Reyansh follows suit, taking my hand in his in order to give me support or touch me, I don’t know. I think both.
I vote for both.
“How much does it hurt?” he asks.
“A nine,” I say, and he snickers.
“What’s so funny about this?”
“Nothing,” he shakes his head innocently before making me sit on a nearby chair in the hall.
I narrow my eyes, and before I can argue further with him, I see Aarav coming our way with a knowing smile, and I lower my eyes.
Goddamn, I was with my husband, not anyone else. Why am I so embarrassed?
“It took you guys too long, didn’t it?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow
“Yes,” Reyansh gives him a nonchalant answer.
“Why?”
“Why would I tell you?”
I look between them, their banter going back and forth, and I slowly feel a headache coming on.
I swear, if you didn’t know them, you would think they were siblings.
“Because I am her brother-in-law, and I refuse to not know if she is fine or not.”
Reyansh crosses his arms, and the sight makes me want to ogle his biceps, but I refrain from doing so.
He is just a man, I remind myself.
“But he is your man,”taunts my conscience.
“Guys,” I say, and their eyes land on me. “Can you cut it? I want to go home.”
After the heavy confrontation and the tension that I can feel lingering between us still, I need to go home.
That brings their attention back to me, and the urge to squirm under the gaze of my soon-to-be ex-husband is intense.
“Of course, baby,” he says before taking my sling bag and putting it across him.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes widening in shock.
Is he seriously going to carry my purse like this?
“You can’t walk,” he states the obvious. “And you are not going to carry this purse since I am going to carry you.”
“I think I can walk,” I say, standing on my feet, and the pain that shoots up my leg is horrifying.
I am never wearing heels again.
