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Rekhas hand shot out to touch his. Dont! she whispered. She kicked Rustys head in,
remember?
With his nostrils as large as the hooped earrings on his ears, his shoulders slowly dropped. A
slight nod from him and I was spared a tongue-lashing in a British accent.
Rekha walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. You got scared, Henna, and you
reacted. Youre scared now. Thats what it is just fear. A four letter word.
Fuck is also a four letter word.
Under the circumstances and with all the pressure on you, you snapped and kicked his butt.
She suddenly smiled. I didnt expect it, Barood didnt expect it, Vijay didnt expect it, and guess
what? Rusty didnt expect it. Can you imagine what hes thinking right now? He got his ass kicked by
a girl. Ha! How does he explain the blood and the wound to anyone? Whats he going to say A girl
kicked my six-foot-three ass? Hell never live it down.
I smiled.
Barood grinned.
Vijay chuckles hysterically.
Then we all laughed our heads off.
Now lets just fix it, she said.
My smile vanishes. No!
Go back, apologize and ...
I put my hands over my ears and shook my head. No, no, no, no! Im done. Im never going
back. Never. Never ever!
As the days went by, I thawed. I thought about his handsome face and I thought, maybe I need to
give it one more shot. What had I to lose? Yes, I would go back to him.
*****
Once again I was outside his studio, (at Rekhas insistence) praying that he wasnt going to call
the police on me or drag me inside and beat the crap out of me for having assaulted him.
Gingerly, I tried the door. Locked. The light was on, though.
I turned back and looked at Rekha and Barood seated in the car that was parked at a distance.
Rekha motioned for me to knock. I nodded then knocked. No answer. Cupping my hands around a part
of the window, I peered into the studio.
Suddenly, I was in a headlock. You blindsided me! It was Rusty.
Wait! I came to apologize, I cried quickly. I came to apologize, okay? Give me a chance!
Still holding me in a headlock, he unlocked the door and kicked it open with his foot.
He dragged me in and dumped me into a swivel chair. With a try-anything-and-youre-going-
into-that-headlock-again look in his eye, he reached for another chair, placed it directly in front of
me, and lowered his bulk into it.
There was no chance of me leaving. His added measure to hook his legs around the rungs of
my chair--trapped me further.
We faced off. If I wasnt scared of him at that moment, Id have laughed at the band aid above
his left eyebrow.
Be warned, you do that again and Ill beat the fucking crap out of you. Woman or no woman.
I nodded and held up my palms in a surrendering motion as I took in his blue T-shirt, blue jeans,
and brown ankle boots. Rugged and a sight for all kinds of eyes, not just sore ones.
I bit my lower lip as I waited for his next move.
He furiously scratched his chin as he stared at me.
What? I finally asked. I said Im sorry.
Silence. His royal-blue yes (yes, royal is correct) burnt into me, making me squirm.
I was no longer afraid of him because I knew that if he had wanted to hurt me, hed have done it
by then.
I tried to break the silence. You were being unfair sexist.
He sat forward in his chair and locked eyes with me. Yeah? he snarled.
Yeah, I mimicked.
He pointed his index finger at me. Let me ask you a question if a woman decided to work
only with women and turn men away, what would you call her?
I took my time before I answered. Careful?
He threw his hands in the air. I rest my case.
Okay, fine. So you have your fears about women and clearly youve been unsuccessful with
them I get--
Whoa! He jerked back in his seat. Who said anything about being unsuccessful with women?
I just choose who I want to work with. Is that a crime?
I chewed on my bottom lip as I pondered his question. Yes. I folded my arms across my chest
and met his eyes.
Well, then, thats your opinion and youre entitled to it and I dont give a shit what you think.
My response was a poker-face as per Rekhas instruction. She said that when a woman stares
silently at a man, it is more effective than yelling at him. (I made a mental note to myself to tell that to
my mother.)
She was right he shifted in his chair. What? he finally blurted.
Nothing. I cocked my head to one side. I came up with a word that sums you up.
Yeah? And what might that word be?
It was a while before I answered. Its two words, actually.
His curiosity appeared to get the better of him. He sat forward in his chair again. And ?
Forget it, I said and hung my head.
Tell me. No need to spare me.
I looked up, removed the curtain of hair on my face and said, Fucking asshole. I braced myself
for him to jerk me to my feet and throw me out the door.
He didnt. Instead, he sat back and gaped at me, his eyes wide with surprise.
I shrugged.
He looked me up and down, taking in my chocolate cross-over dress and my brown stilettos. I
thought Indian girls didnt use that kind of language.
Indian girls dont; Indian women do. My smile was disarmingly cheeky or supposed to be.
He shook his head at my obstinacy, then exhaled loudly. How how old did you say you were
again? he asked, stroking his George Michael stubble.
Eh twenty one? I tried my best not to blush as I lied, but my face felt hot. Twenty-one.
You have anger issues, rejection issues, you know that?
You mean the other night? When I kicked your butt?
He gave a short laugh. You did not kick my butt, you
Whatever you call it the fact remains, you were on the floor and I was standing up, okay? I
outsmarted you and that means Im a worthy student. But if youre afraid, then
I stood up.
As quick as lightening, he lunged at me, grabbed both my arms and sat me back into my chair.
And you say I have anger issues? I bit my lip nervously. See what you made me do now. Im
biting my lip again.
Thursday, 6 PM! he suddenly snapped and removed his legs from around the rungs of my
chair.
Thurs? I was taken aback. Had I heard correctly?
Dont be late and I take my payment in advance. Get it? His attempt to growl at me failed
dismally.
Relief flooded me and it was my turn to exhale. Okay, sure. Ill be on time. I looked at the
floor imagining the happy faces of my co-conspirators when I declared my victory.
Now get out! He stood up, kicked his chair back and slowly backed away. Obviously, he still
didnt trust me.
I smiled to myself as I sashayed to the door.
I didnt get your name! he yells.
I didnt give it to you! I yelled back and kept walking.
What?! You are so cheeky!
I stopped walking and slowly turned around. With a smile, I walked back to him and stood really
close to him. Anita, I said. My name is Anita Sukhdeo.
Anita, he mulled.
Whats yours?
Rusty.
No, your real name.
He shrugged. Rusty Carrington.
I put out my hand. He stared at it for a moment like it was a grenade or something before he took
it.
Nice to meet you, I said. His hand was warm and roomy and nice.
He squeezed my hand gently then dropped it all too quickly, his lips curving into a smile.
I turned and walked away.
And, Anita
If you think youre not pretty enough, be charming enough or sweet enough.
Yes, Rusty? I answered, my voice almost a whisper.
I eh oh yes, dont expect --he took a step towards me and narrowed his eyes at me--
dont expect that just cos youre a woman, Im gonna go fucking slow on you, understand?
My retort was immediate. I would be disappointed if you did, cause after that headlock, I plan
to kick the crap out of you, Rusty. I smiled sweetly.
His jaw dropped.
A giggle escaped me so I quickly turned and walked away. Goodnight and sweet dreams, Rusty
Carrington, I flung over my shoulder.
As I sashayed slowly out of the studio, I caught his reflection in the glass doors. He was
grinning. So was I.
Even though it was dark, I saw the worried look on Barood and Hennas face. They did, after
all, see him put me into a headlock.
I gave them the thumbs-up. Thursday, 6 PM, and I cant be late!
I was bestowed with backslaps and hugs from my co-conspirators.
God, I need a drink, Rekha says. Barood and I wanted to celebrate our success with sugary
doughnuts and chocolate milkshakes that come with cream and nut sprinkles on top, but Rekha, the
wet-blanket, stopped us.
Lets rather have coffee, she said. Fewer calories.
If I wasnt so high on victory, I would have fussed for my calories, but knowing that I will be
alone with Rusty and his beautiful blue-eyes and his beautiful broad chest and his beautiful smile and
his oh well, it was more appealing than any comforting calorie. To be alone with Rusty for a
couple of hours a delicious shudder ran through me.
How many sleeps till Thursday, I wondered?
Chapter Sixteen
HENNA
My first lesson was great. Thanks to Rekhas workouts and my karate lessons, I was fit and able
to keep up with the gorgeous beast called handsome. I mean, Rusty.
He was professional throughout our training and, sadly, kept his distance. Well, at that time I
suspected he was wary of me, with me having threatened to kick his butt and all.
But he was so handsome and brutish, in a nice way (not to mention his great aftershave), that I
was just thrilled to be in his company.
He cussed like a villager but I knew that I could teach him a few colorful words, so I bided my
time.
After the third lesson, when I didnt kick him in the rear again, he relaxed a little. We shared
some laughs and he even complimented me on my progress. I was elated, but I tried to act cool about
it, so I said, in what I hoped was a casual voice, Thanks.
Rekha had advised me not to try to be too friendly, so I wasnt. At the end of each lesson, I
thanked him and left.
*****
HENNA
Rekha was worried, I could tell. She paced and asked a lot of questions, then repeated each of
my answers to herself as if she was analyzing them.
Barood picked this up too. Hes not going to bite, he declared in a matter-of-face voice.
We all stared at him, silently thinking what he had just voiced.
I dont know what else to do, I said in a weak voice.
What are we going to do if we fail? Vijay whined. All this effort for nothing. Its so
disappointing. What are we going to do? I dont like this whole
Fake an injury! Rekha cried holding up her index finger. She rushed over to me, put both her
hands on my shoulders, her eyes darting around with excitement
Pretend you hurt your hand no, no, no, your ankle. Pretend you hurt your ankle and then just
just let him take over. She dropped her arms and nodded Thats what you do.
Then she wont be able to go back for lessons, Vijay said. Hows that going to help us? Huh?
What then? Huh? All this effort for nothing. What are we
It doesnt have to be severe, Rekha said, refusing to allow her eureka moment to be dampened
with a bite of reality from my husband, the wimpy, Future King of Asokastan who sat in one corner of
the room on the floor, his hands on his head, and only spoke when there was something negative to
say. Heres what we do.
*****
HENNA
We were into our fourth lesson, when I cried out in pain and dropped to the floor. Holding my
ankle, I moaned and groaned like Rani, the drama queen, would have done.
What?! What is it? Rusty asked, concern all over his face.
My ankle
Fuck! He dropped to the floor and began inspecting it. Each time he touched it, I winced in
pain.
He brought me an ice pack and made me rest my back against the wall. Then he sat next to me
and watched my ankle. Lets see how much it swells, okay?
Naturally, it didnt swell. He touched it gently, and again, I cried out.
Thats it, Im taking you to the emergency department! he said and hopped to his feet.
No! I cried and grabbed his arm. Itll be okay. I just need to rest it. I was silently terrified
hed insist, then when I did get to the hospital, my true identity would be revealed and my cover
would be been blown.
Sure bout that? he asked, appearing taken aback by my vehemence.
Yes!
Okay. He dropped to the floor and sat next to me again, his shoulder touching mine. Same
foot you used to kick my ass?
I grinned and looked away.
Karmas a bitch, huh? His voice was low and teasing.
I squinted at him. When he smiled he revealed all his teeth and his yes crinkled in the corners.
You believe in karma, then?
Nah. But I do believe that even though your ankle is not swelling, it aint a good idea for us to
continue the lesson. You live around here, Anita?
Yes, I said, ready with my answer. Charnie Road. How bout you?
Kandivalli street. Recently moved into it. Did you drive here? Im happy to drop you off if you
like?
I had my answer ready. Well, my sisters dropped me off and shell be back in an hour at 8
PM. Trouble is I dont have keys for my house, so I have to wait till she gets here.
In that case, let me offer you a drink. Coke?
Rekha never allowed me to have Coke. Yes, please!
In a glass or on the glass?
Huh?
He smiled. Never mind, just a stupid New York joke.
I nodded.
He opened a can, poured it into a glass and handed it to me. So, youre twenty-one, dont drive,
and dont have house keys? That an Indian thing?
Yes, its an Indian thing. Keys are considered evil.
His eyebrows shot up. You kiddin me!
Cars too. Very evil. I smiled over my glass.
He paused with his drinking, looked at the floor, looked at me, and smiled. Youre fucking with
my brain, right?
You have a brain?
He jerked to look at me.
Im kidding, Im kidding! I quickly added with a laugh.
Youre a cheeky little bugger, arent you? He said it with a smile that reached his eyes, so it
was okay.
Have you had dinner? he suddenly asked.
I shook my head. Im starving. I meant it. To prevent bloating, Rekha gave me a tasteless salad
for lunch. Uuuggghh!
Me too! Im gonna order us some pizza. You okay with that?
I love pizza! Rekha, the bitch, never allowed me to have any pizza. Yes! I said with relish.
Beef and
No beef! I said. Dont eat beef. Its an
Indian thing? He looked at me with eyebrows raise. Seriously ? You dont eat beef?
I shook my head.
Wow! I didnt know that.
I got so much to teach you, I said from under my lashes.
He flashed me a shy smile.
Shy? Him? It couldnt be, I thought. But he turned red and fiddled with his ears, so he had to
have been a little shy.
Chicken, then?
Chicken is good.
Thrilled with my progress, my Coke, and the upcoming pizza, I sat back and relaxed as we
talked. He was pretty easy to talk to and I believed that I was too, because theres wasnt a moments
silence the whole time, not even when the pizza arrived.
Even though I knew a lot about him, I made small talk. So what are you doing here? In India?
Queen Karisma recruited me to train the Prince. Im on contract. Be leaving in two months.
Ah. I dabbed my lips with a paper towel like Miss Sarah taught me to.
We were so engrossed in conversation, that we forget the time, and when I looked up, it was
8:35 PM.
Damn! I forgot the time!
He hopped to his feet to help me onto mine.
When I tried to pay him for the lesson, he refused. Look dont worry about paying me in the
future, okay?
What? No!
Listen lady, I dont need the money and Im happy to just help you.
I insisted but he ignored my protest and helped me to my feet. Ill carry you.
What?! No! Dont worry. My legs okay, really it is. Ill ma
Ignoring my protest, he scooped me up and carried me all the way to the car, during which time,
I stressed like crazy about Barood and Rekha being in the car.
What? I saw concern on his face again.
I didnt realize I had exclaimed out loud. Eh, nothing. I bobbed my head to our car. Theres
the car.
Even though it was dark, I saw the shock, panic and disbelief on both Baroods and Rekhas face
as we neared the car.
Nervous, shy and embarrassed, I covered my eyes with my hands.
What?
I I giggled. This is so embarrassing, Rusty.
Are you shy?
I giggled more.
Mmm. I think you are. He chuckled as he lowered me to the ground. Thats kinda refreshing
actually, Anita.
Having no choice, I introduced Rekha as my sister Nitu, and she as usual, shielded the disfigured
side of her face with her scarf and muttered a greeting.
And thats my brother-in-law, Amith, I said and pointed to Barood. Lucky it was too dark for
Rusty to get a good look at either Rekha or Barood.
Then, I turned to the beautiful creature next to me. Thank you for the pizza and for helping me,
Rusty.
Hey, no problem. I think I was a good male nurse, right?
I chuckled. The best for sure. My ankle seems okay, so Ill see you on Tue ?
Oh, I forgot; its my birthday on Tuesday, so can we make it Wednesday instead?
Oh, its your biiiiirthday. How nice. How old?
Twenty- nine. Im meeting some friends for dinner and others for drinks. Sorry, I should have
mentioned it earlier.
Ah, thats all right. I can do Wednesday. No problem.
Thanks for understanding. Hey, you wanna come along on Tuesday for drinks?
Excitement surged through me. Ive never been invited for drinks before and he was asking
me out! What a breakthrough.
I heard a gasp Baroods.
Eh, yes, okay. Sounds great.
He seemed pleased and rattled off the name of the bar they were meeting at. Too excited to think
clearly, I didnt catch the name of the bar.
Well, thank you again for the lesson and the pizza and the I grinned and pointed to his
biceps.
He flexed it and we both chuckled.
Goodnight, Anita.
Goodnight, Rusty, I said as I got into the car.
The moment we out of earshot, we all screamed with joy screamed in surround sound. Finally,
I did it.
Finally, you did it! Barood said.
Finally, you did it! Rekha dittoed as she squeezed my hand.
We raced to the palace to tell Vijay the good news.
Wet-blanket Vijay listened, then fired a bullet of reality. One of his friends may recognize you
at the bar, then what? They may be Indian and then what? You will get caught right away and
Maharani will find out, then what?
All our necks jerked to look at Rekha.
She gave several small shrugs. Well think of something.
And she did.
Chapter Seventeen
HENNA
Two days later, I was at Rustys studio again at closing time. Hello, Rusty!
At the sight of me, I could swear that his face lit up. Well, well, well, if it isnt the non-beef-
eating, cheeky, kickass Indian! he said with a smile.
I giggled. You greet all the Indians like that?
Only those who kick my ass. How the ankle?
Its all good. I wriggled my foot and smiled. Working just fine.
Man, Im glad. I was worried it may be a hair-line fracture or something.
I didnt know what a hair-line fracture was, but I was sure I didnt have it.
He touched his temple and frowned. Did I book you ?
No, no, no. I came here to tell you that I am unable to make Tuesday, your eh, birthday
Oh. His face fell, to my delight, and a thrill ran through me.
but, I would like to, eh, thank you for the invite and, eh, I would like to I paused and bit
my bottom lip, as I waited for my cup of courage to fill. I would like to, eh, you know, because its
your birthday week, I would like to take you to to dinner on Saturday. Eh, night. Saturday night.
This was so much harder than it sounded when Rekha and I went over it.
He stared at me.
I suddenly realized how forward I sounded and I flamed with shame. If you would like, um, if
you want to, that is.
His eyes dropped to the floor to keep company with my courage.
If youre free. Or we can do another
Anita, that sounds great but Im busy Saturday night.
Oh.
My mind raced he has a girlfriend, hes married, they forgot to tell me that. I misread him. I
misread all his intentions. Rani, shut up!
Eh I made circles on the tarmac with my shoe, at a loss for words. I hadnt expected that
response and neither did Rekha it seemed, as she has not prepped me for this objection. I wave
dismissively. Another time
Im free on Friday?
My neck jerked to look at him. Friday?
He nodded and took a step closer to me. Friday. Id love to go to dinner with you on Friday to
dinner, Anita, if you can if youre not busy?
No! I mean, yes! I mean, Friday is fine with me, Rusty. Sure. My courage and confidence rose
and I smiled inwardly.
Cool. Ill pick you up?
Cool. What a cool word. I loved all his American slangs and jargon.
Oh, eh, yes, okay. Im at 124 Charnie Road.
124 Charnie Road, got it! he said and smiled. A smile that started the Go-Kart racing in the
heart again.
Dont you forget it now, I said.
Oh, I wont. I plan to tattoo it here. He swiped a finger across his forehead. Every time I look
at the mirror I will see your address.
I chuckled. Thats a good idea. Goodnight, Rusty.
Goodnight, Anita.
Thrilled from my hennaed roots to my painted toenails, I skipped back to the car. Well, I didnt
actually skip. Lets put it this way had I not been wearing red, six inch, metal-tipped stilettos, that
were not made for walking, let alone for skipping, I would have.
I lay awake in bed thinking about Rusty. His smile it was so brilliant and he was so masculine
and strong and
I sighed. All the men Id come across my father, Barood and Vijay, even King Anant they
were so weak compared to him. Hes so different strong, in charge, good look and appealing.
These feelings that I had about him they were scary, yet I wanted to see him again. I thumped
my pillow and smiled to myself. How many sleeps till Friday? Till my first date?
Till my first date with Rusty Carrington?
Chapter Eighteen
HENNA
The owner of the house in Charni Road, a white-haired lady we call Daadiji (grandmother), was
as old as the earth. She smiled constantly at nothing and everything, and answered Haa (Yes) to
everything. With every answer, she bobbed her head like one of those toy dogs you saw in the back of
a car you know, as you moved, their heads bobbed all over the place and threatened to fall off.
She conversed mainly in Marati with Rekha, which meant that I didnt understand much of what
she said. I only spoke Hindi, and thanks to Rekha and Miss Sarah, I now spoke fluent English.
Do you own this house, Daadiji?
Haa.
Do you have children?
Haa.
Do you take drugs, Daardiji?
Haa.
Are you on drugs now, Daardiji.
Haa.
Barood and I had our fair share of fun with her, until Rekha shot us warning glares.
As I dressed for my first date ever, Daardiji sat on a sofa and watched, smiling all the time.
Rekha took longer to get me ready than it took my ladies-in-waiting to get me ready on my
wedding day. But today, my pulse quickened each time I thought of the blue-eyed hunk with a weird
name.
Every five minutes or so, I glanced at the wall clock. Then I looked at my gold wrist watch.
What time is it? I asked.
You need to sit still so I can do your hair, Rekha scolded. And lose the watch. It looks too
expensive. Dont want to intimidate him.
Not wanting in any way to intimidate Rusty, I removed my wrist-watch.
At exactly 7 PM, Rusty rocked up. The moment I heard his car, I dashed to open the door. But
Rekha grabbed me and pulled me back. Let him wait a few minutes, she mouthed.
Why? I whispered.
Just do it.
After a few antsy moments, I took a deep breath and opened the door for my date.
Heeeey, Anita! he said. His eyes flitted over me, and judging by the way they lit up, I
concluded that was an appreciative look.
Heeeey, Rusty, I mimicked. From the corner of my eye I noticed Rekha raise her eyebrow,
probably impressed at how easily I was adapting to Rustys way of speaking.
Only one eyebrow she no longer had the other eyebrow. Luckily, her sheer headscarf ran down
her neck, covering half of her face, and over the front of her body, where she tucked it into her skirt
on the opposite hip, hiding her disfigurement.
Youve met Nitu?
He nodded. Yeah. Hi, Nitu.
Rekha mumbled a greeting at him and slowly blended into the furniture as she usually did when
we had company.
This my grandmother, I said, introducing the white-haired woman.
Hello, nice to meet you, Rusty said politely.
The white-haired woman did what she always did, she smiled and nodded. Haa.
Friendly grandma, he muttered.
Haa.
Yes, shes got I circled my finger next to my temple.
Ah. Rusty smiled knowingly.
He looked at me. I blazed as his eyes travelled slowly down my short, button-down denim dress
and my black heels; I didnt miss the slight raising of his eyebrows.
He looked smoking hot--black Levis, white T-shirt that read Got a good look?, and a black
bomber-jacket. He looked cool.
The restaurant Barood chose for us was intimate and cozy and the food was great. (Barood knew
every restaurant around.)
I didnt enjoy wine, as it made me sleepy, but to be equally cool, I ordered a glass of white wine
which I barely touched, while he had two beers. We talked non-stop and we both were relaxed in
each others company.
So, whats a good looking movie-star like you doing without a special man in your life?
Was he talking about me, I wondered?
Eh, thats assuming you dont have a special man in your life?
I fed him the yarn Rekha drummed up and quickly set the scene my fathers traditional Indian
who doesnt approve of me dating, as he prefers an arranged marriage, so I sneak around. I lived with
my grandmother and sister, while the rest of my family lived a distance away in Geet.
How bout you? I asked. Seeing anyone? The moment I asked that question, I regretted it. I
would have been devastated if he had said yes.
Ended a two-year relationship six months ago. It wasnt working out with me travelling. She
wanted commitment and I couldnt give it to her just yet. His face clouded for a few moments. But
we still keep in touch. Guess well be friends for a long time.
Friends for a long time. Mm. Jealousy oozed through me.
Do you do you miss her? Again, I regretted asking that question, but I just had to.
He looked down as he thought about my question. Then, he looked up at me and said,
Sometimes.
Jealousy no longer oozed it gushed through me.
He waved dismissively and said, Enough of that--its 1988 and people here still believe in
arranged marriages?
I shrugged. They dont trust their children to make the right choice.
Yeah?
Some children prefer it that way.
Do you?
I shook my head. Im a know-it-all.
He laughed.
He asked me about my job.
I work at a call centre.
According to Rekha, that kind of a job would prevent him from trying to call me during the day. I
went on to tell him that as a means of escaping my family, I planned to get into acting, hence the acting
classes.
It was time to change the subject. So how come you dont care for Indians?
What? I didnt said that.
Yes, he didnt. I read that in the report Rekha had on him. Damn! I slipped up there.
Its not that I dont care for Indians. Ive accepted a date with you, havent I?
I smiled. I should be honored, then?
He grinned. You should be. Never dated an Indian before. Not even a red one. Hey, although, I
have a great respect for a nation that has an ocean named after them.
I chuckled.
Theyve done some good shit, man they wrote the Karma Sutra
The Karma oh God! I blush and circled my wine-glass with my finger.
they have a bird named after them the mynah bird
The Indian Mynah? I laughed.
theyve a season name after them Indian summer
All the things he said could be construed as offensive, but the way he said it, it didnt feel
offensive, it was just funny and him being outspoken. But he didnt come across as malicious or
insulting.
Theyre the only people who can shake their head as they sing. Man, thats awesome. Hey, I
notice you dont?
Sing or shake my head?
Shake your head. Both.
Eh I cleared my throat and took a tiny sip of my white wine. I can, I said and shook my
head. Rekha and Miss Sarah worked very hard on me to stop shaking my head, but of course, I wasnt
going to tell him that.
He threw back his head and guffawed.
Want to learn how to do that?
I sure do!
Ill think about it.
Three hours later, we reluctantly leave the restaurant.
He refused to let me pay the bill, though. Since I didnt quite know what to do, I let him.
After dinner he took my hand in his. Id never held a mans hand before, never touched a mans
hand (not even my husbands), so this did not come naturally to me. At first it felt almost invasive, but
his hand was like his personality warm and roomy. Within moments, I discovered that it felt natural
and that I liked it.
Gently, without thinking, I squeezed it. He squeezed back. We smiled at each other, before I
averted my eyes, overcome with shyness.
At my door, he tipped my nose with his finger. Goodnight, he whispered. Thank you for the
great evening.
I mumbled something, I cannot remember what I said and smiled. Why didnt he kiss me, I
wondered? Why didnt he ask me out again?
After I entered the house, he turned and walked back to his car.
Barood, Rekha, Vijay, and the white-haired lady were still up, eating popcorn and waiting to
hear.
No kiss? Baroods screwed up his face in to a million different shapes, all of them equally
ugly.
I shook my head, feeling like I let them down.
Its not a bad thing, Rekha placated. Lets see what happens next when you meet.
You have, what what a month left? Barood said. You have to move it.
Yes, I have to move it.
Chapter Nineteen
HENNA
Things at my next lesson were different. Rusty greeted me wearing a huge afro-styled wig.
I laughed at his silliness.
What? Im channeling Michael Jackson.
We laughed so much and had so much fun that when Rusty dropped me to the floor, we remained
there, flipped onto our stomachs, and talked the rest of the lesson.
When I looked up at the wall-clock, I gasped. Oh God!
What? he asked.
I pointed at the clock. Its 9 PM Nitu would be waiting for me.
He hopped to his feet and held out his hand. When I accepted it, he hoisted me up smack into
him.
His chest was solid and he smelled really masculine and nice. For a moment or two we stood
really close before he moved away. I thought hed want to seize the opportunity and kiss me. But he
didnt. Again, I wondered why.
Shut up, Rani.
The next time I arrived at the studio, his office was locked. Confused, I stood outside and
wondered if I had mixed up my dates for our lesson. I hung around for about ten minutes, then started
to leave.
Anita! Anita, wait!
I whirled around and saw him running across the tarmac towards me. Sorry! he said as he
raced up to me.
I stood with my hands on my hips and looked at him with one eye closed.
Sorry! I didnt have your number to call you to tell you that I was gonna be late, he said. He
smiled and looked sheepishly at me. Sorry. Im so sorry!
Im going to have to punish you for your tardiness, I said, my eyes turning to slits.
Oh, yeah? His voice dropped and sounded expectant. He opened the studio door and gestured
for me to step inside.
As I did, I brushed up against him and it didnt feel bad.
It was so good to see him that I suddenly didnt want to think of our lessons ever coming to an
end.
Instead of us going into our separate change rooms, we stood across from each other and smiled
bashfully.
Anita He took a step closer.
I found his nearness highly intoxicating.
Anita
Without thinking, I reached up, took his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips lightly.
He didnt kiss me back, but he didnt jerk away either. His lips were beautiful, his mouth was
beautiful, his teeth were beautiful, and he was just beautiful.
Gently, I wiped off lipstick from his lips with my thumbs, then released his face. Consider
yourself punished, I whispered and sashayed to my change room.
He followed me into the room, grabbed me and spun me around. That aint enough, he
whispered. I need a whole lotta punishment for what I did. As he spoke, he pushed me against the
wall, swooped down and kissed me.
The kiss was delicious and I never wanted him to stop. I didnt know how to kiss, so I let him
take charge and he did took my face in his hands and kissed me long and hard.
I cant stop thinking about you, he murmured between kisses. God, Anita, what are you doing
to me?
We used all our lesson time to talk, hold each other, and just kiss. From then on whenever we
met, we just made out. Kissed, cuddled, and touched.
Although I was on a mission to get him to sleep with me, I wasnt ready to have sex with him. I
needed to for my mission, but I guess I was scared.
I was happy that things progressed at the pace that they did. He didnt scare me off. Although at
times, his hands travelled over my breasts and sometimes slid up my skirt. I was quick to put my hand
over his, which caused him to retract.
Sometimes, I saw confusion in his eyes, but understanding always followed, for which I was
grateful.
I didnt get the part, I told him one day between kisses. So theres no need for any more
lessons.
You didnt? His eyes scanned my face for signs of disappointment.
I dont care, I quickly added. Too much work.
Okay. He looked relieved. But, he kissed my neck, Im not ready to let you go, girl.
Oooohhhh no!
Youre not? I basked in the warm glow of his words.
Not for a long time, he whispered as he buried his face in my hair.
Neither am I.
Chapter Twenty
HENNA
I was excited but nervous. I had a date with Rusty, but it was significant. He had invited me to
dinner at his place.
Hed invited me before, but I turned him down for two reasons. One it was too soon for me. I
was still scared of him and of the intimacy that he probably expected.
Two Rekha worked with a calendar and she told me that I needed to wait.
Now, it was time and my heart was beating really fast, my mouth was dry, and I battled to steady
my breathing.
This is it, Rekha said as she poured over a calendar. This could be the day that you fall
pregnant. As long as he doesnt insist on wearing a condom.
I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. Wasnt even sure about how to even use a condom. I mean,
Rekha showed it to me, but it scared me.
If Rekha was right, which she usually was, then this would be the day.
Even though it was what I wanted, what I needed to accomplish my mission, my thoughts were
all over the place. How do I tell him it was my first time? Do I tell him in advance? After dinner?
Before dinner? During dinner? What if it just puts him off? What if he expected an experienced
woman and here I was totally green and probably unable to please him? What if he thought I was too
much of a simpleton and called it off?
Rekhas avalanche of tips and pointers in preparation for the losing my virginity further
overwhelmed me.
Have two glasses of wine, nothing more, Rekha said. I dont want you falling asleep before it
happens, okay?
Finally, with my nerves in a tight bundle, I made my way to dinner at Rustys.
Hey, baby! he said and kissed me.
Did I mention that his mouth was beautiful? Well, it was and I could have kissed him all day.
He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
Taking my hand in his, he showed me around. His apartment was a penthouse modern and
stylish. The views were lovely, and even though he was a single guy, it was warm and inviting and
immediately I felt at home. Rusty had a way of making me relax, so slowly the ball of nerves started
to unravel.
This, he pointed to a picture of a Rottweiler, is my dog, Vindaloo, and
Vindaloo? I was both appalled and amused.
and this is my cat, also named Vindaloo.
I punched him playfully on the arm.
What? he laughed and pressed me up against the wall. They both run to me when I call! Its
just easier that way.
Youre terrible, Rusty.
He chuckled and kissed my neck. Theyre with my mom at the moment, he said, as he slid
down my dress strap and kissed my bare shoulder.
Can you cook? he asked between kisses.
I grunted no.
He paused with his kisses, placed his forearms on the wall on either side of my face, and
dropped his jaw.
What?
Exactly what kind of an Indian girl are you? he asked in mock astonishment. You cant cook,
you dont shake your head, you dont work in a 7-11, and you dont have two university degrees?
Youre pathetic, Anita.
I giggled and slid my arms around his waist and kissed his chest.
No Indian man worth his salt is gonna want you, hon
Yeah? I pulled him closer and slid my tongue inside his mouth. Everything happened naturally
it wasnt like I taking a specific route or anything. It was the flow of things. Sides, I liked kissing
Rusty.
His breathing got raspy and he pressed his hips harder into mine. I felt a stirring between my
thighs. This is what turned-on feels like, I remember thinking.
The timer went off, startling us both. He pulled away, pointed at me and said, Hold that
thought. He darted to the stove.
He cooked grilled steak, peas, glazed carrots, and a Greek salad. Foreign food but interesting
food. He was interesting. Everything about him.
He showed me his music collection, his books, his swords and his crossbow. All I wanted was
to make out again, but he wanted to talk music.
You like Led Zeppelin?
I had no idea who Led Zeppelin was. Yes, I do, I answered.
He played a song for me.
Nice, I lied. It was not a song Barood, Rekha, and I could flirt to.
Uriah Heep? He played another song for me, and again, I lied. Very nice.
His music collection was just too heavy for a village-girl like me. Got any George Michael?
Wham!?
His jaw dropped again.
What?! I like him, I said.
He stared at me.
I take that as a no, I have no George Michael. I sat back and smiled. Your world seems
interesting, Rusty. I wish I had experienced all that you have.
Its my mothers influence. Youd like her.
So, youre a Mommys Boy then?
For sure. Im a huge sissy. He held up two bottles of wine. Red or white?
Eh red. Please.
He handed me a glass of wine. I took a sip and grimaced. It was awful! Very nice, I said and
gulped it down.
He sat next to me, clinked glasses, took a sip, then leaned over and kissed me. He tasted like
wine. As we kissed again, I ran my hands over his chest and down his back. His body was solid and
comforting and I basked in him. I just wanted to touch him, to hold him, to make him mine. A human
being in the world that was all mine what a dream come true.
I loved his goofiness, his sense of humor, his unpretentiousness, and his ruggedness.
As his mouth moved to my breasts, I tensed. He was eleven years older than me, had been
around, dated a lot of worldly women, and had had plenty of relationships.
A contrast to me a virgin who had never even had a boyfriend or any male attention in my life.
All I had was Rekhas birds-and-the-bees talk.
Go with the flow, she had warned before I left the house. And dont mention your virginity.
But I was stressing what if I made a fool of myself and he got disappointed? What if I was
terrible in bed, a blundering idiot? He had mentioned that Indians wrote the Karma Sutra what if his
expectations were high because of that? Damn! I so wanted to please him.
That dreaded timer went off again, and again he reluctantly drew away from me.
Lets eat, he said.
Throughout dinner, I drank rapidly, gulping down glass after glass of horrible, bitter Merlot. He
was too busy trying to impress me with his cooking to notice that I was drunk.
After dinner, he led me to the couch where we made out like crazy.
All my inhibitions were drowned by the Merlot, so when his hand slipped under my blouse and
deftly unhooked my bra, I didnt feel shy; I welcomed his hands on my body.
My breasts spilled into his hands. I heard his sharp intake of breath. Youre beautiful, baby, he
whispered.
I need to tell him. Rusty
He cupped my breasts as he slid his tongue into my mouth.
Rusty
When his hand went under my skirt and travelled up my thigh, I grabbed it. Habit, I guess. I
didnt mean to, I just did. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.
Im Im its its The American movies I had seen that showed people having sex
were intimidating. I mean, the women looked like they thoroughly enjoyed it, and at times they looked
like they were in total control. I was eighteen and green as lime.
And I desperately needed to come clean with him and ask him to go slow with me, but the merlot
had not provided me with sufficient courage. All I knew was that I wanted him. I lifted my hand off
his.
What is it, baby? he asked.
Be gentle, I whispered.
He removed his hand, a confused look on his face. Anita, dya wanna stop? We dont have to
He started straightening my top.
I grabbed his arm.
He looked at me with uncertainty on his face.
Slowly, I move it back to my breast. Moving closer to him, I pressed my body against his and
sought his mouth with mine.
After a nanosecond of hesitation, he flipped me around so that I was under him. He climbed on
top of me and lowered his muscular body to mine, his hard-on digging into me.
Even though I was nervous, I found myself melting in places I never thought I could a sensation
totally unfamiliar to me.
My body arched against his, inviting his hips to mine. When his fingers moved down my stomach
and slid between my thighs, I gasped and clutched at him.
Slowly, his fingers caressed and dipped, while his tongue gently licked my nipples.
Pleasure ripped through my body. I was glad that he knew what he was doing, because the way
he touched me, where he touched me, how he touched me it was magic and it played havoc with my
head. All Rekhas lessons flew out the penthouse window.
With a guttural groan, he scooped me up and carried me to his bed. My body throbbed and
writhed for him as he tore off his clothes.
Wanting him more than anything in my life, I spread my thighs and raised my hips for Rusty to
make me his.
With a thrust, he did, ripping at my core and eliciting me to suck hard on his shoulder. Then total
pleasure, closeness, ultimate intimacy.
When he finally shudders inside me, I was little relieved. Rusty, I whispered into his shoulder.
I have something to tell you.
He planted a light kiss on my lips and said, What is it, baby?
Rusty I Rusty, I was a virgin and sweetie, I need to shower and Im sorry I should have
told you
Whaaaat?!
I emitted a nervous chuckle as I looked at his stunned face. Before he could say anything else, I
rolled out from under his arms and dashed into the shower. I turned on the taps and stood under the
running water. Fuck! That was embarrassing!
I was smiling though. Smiling that I was now a woman, that I gave my virginity to someone like
Rusty. Smiling at the look on Rusty s face when I dropped the bombshell.
Guess I was drunk enough to find it funny.
A few minutes later, Rusty shuffled into the bathroom with a towel draped around his waist, a
confused look on his face. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at me, causing me to giggle
more.
Burning under the intensity of his gaze and feeling naked, which I was, I covered my eyes with
my hand.
What the fuck was that all about?
I dont answer.
Youre twenty-one and a virgin?
I peeped at him through my fingers, my face red from a combination of alcohol and
embarrassment. For a few moments, we stood in silence. Then I moved my hand away from my eyes
and looked at him. Come here, I finally said.
After a moments hesitation, he dropped the towel and stepped under the water with me.
I took him into my arms and kissed him as water cascaded over us. Sorry, I should have told
you.
Why didnt you, Anita?
Cause cause I was afraid youd not want to you know ?
You were afraid? Of me not wanting you?
Yes. Youre a lot more worldly than I am and I I find it intimidating and we really shouldnt
be having this conversation right now as something huge has happened to me a few minutes ago and
Okay. He nodded several times and then hugged me. Sorry. Didnt know how to react. I got
scared.
You got scared? You?
We both laughed and shared a tender kiss. Then he dried me with a towel and led me back to
bed.
We lay naked and entwined in each others arms, warm and contented from the afterglow of our
lovemaking.
Light filled my heart and I burrowed deep into him. I wanted to stay forever in his strong arms
and never, ever return to the ugly, deceitful palace.
I knew that I was not supposed to feel that way about him, but the way he held me, the way he
touched me, the way he wanted me it made me feel absolutely cherished and even loved.
Stay, he whispered, his face buried in my neck.
The night?
Forever. I want you to.
Slowly, I raised his face to look into his trusting eyes. Then I kissed him.
Please?
Another time.
When disappointment flickered on his face, I held him close, feeling overwhelming love for him.
As he drove me home, I smiled to myself.
What you grinning at?
I looked at him.
Im a woman today.
Yeah?
I leaned over planted a kiss on his shoulder.
He smiled and pulled up outside my house.
See you tomorrow? he said, taking me in his arms again.
Tomorrow? You want to see me again after ?
He smiled. I wanna see you every day.
Okay, you asked for it, I teased.
After a million kisses and hugs, he finally tore himself away.
Everything okay? Rekha asked when she saw me. Youre very quiet.
I no longer wanted to share stories with her or the rest of my crew. I just wanted to keep my
precious Rusty all to myself.
Yes. Just tired. Too much red wine.
Did anything--?
Ill talk to you in the morning, I said, cutting her off. Guess my tone of voice wasnt inviting,
because she left it at that.
Alone in my king-sized bed, I could still feel his scent on me and when I closed my eyes, I could
still imagine his arms around me, his breath on my face. It felt so wonderful to be wanted by someone.
I had never felt wanted and needed before, and suddenly I felt really sad.
Sad, for the little girl who led a life of such deprivation. I hadnt been held or hugged for more
than three years, except by Rekha when she pitied me.
My existence had been lonely and I was such a shell. I felt sorry for that young, unwanted,
abandoned soul who has so much to give.
In spite of everything I went through, I remember thinking that I wouldnt change a thing, because
it led me to my precious Rusty.
I brushed away my tears and hugged my pillow as I fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
HENNA
Life became a rose-tinted haze. I spent just about every evening with Rusty, in his arms, in his
bed.
He gave me a key so that I could be at his apartment waiting for him when he arrived home from
work.
I love it when youre here waiting for me, he said. Feels good. Now if I can just get you to
cook ...
Ha! Fat chance of that, I said and smacked his butt.
When I was not with Rusty, I was thinking about him. I lived in my very own bubble all day and
watched the clock. The moment it was 4 PM, I was out the door heading towards his apartment.
You have to learn to drive, he said.
What do you mean? Why?
Learn how to drive, get independent so we get more time together. Im getting frustrated that
you always have someone waiting for you. Im not used to that.
All I heard was more time together and I was sold.
Ill teach you to drive, he said and he did. Another way, another reason for us to spend time
alone and isolated from the rest of the world.
I loved it. We took long scenic drives and he showed me Asokastan even though I was a local
who was supposed to know the place.
One we found a deserted road. Rusty made me pull over and began to kiss me, slipping his hand
under my skirt and caressing my thigh. Slowly, he moved aside my panty and slipped a finger into me.
I gasped and squeezed my thighs around his hand.
But I was nervous this was a public place and he was doing something so intimate to me.
We should we should stop, baby, I whispered, feeling a thrill in spite of my fears.
His response was to slide deeper into me. With his free hand, he cupped my butt and squeezed
hard. The sensation was amazing.
Oh God, Rusty! I moaned as he increased the intensity. Just as I felt I was going to explode, he
withdrew his fingers.
My eyes flew open. What the hell, Rusty?
Take off your panties and get in the back seat, he flung, as he made his way to the back seat of
the car.
No! I said, my eyes darting around nervously.
Do it! he said, an urgency in his voice. Now!
I didnt move. Rusty, this is a public place and
Do it! Now.
Fine! I said and rolled down my panties, threw them aside, and climbed into the back seat of
the car.
He had already sat down and unzipped his pants, revealing a huge erection. Before I could do
anything, he grabbed me and sat me down on top of his erection. As I slid over him, he lifted up my
top and bra and exposed my breasts. My nipples were already hard and demanding his tongue.
Here I was, in the back seat of a car, on top of this huge guy whose head squashed against the
roof of the car, my skirt around my waist and my sweater up to my neck.
As I bobbed up and down on him, he sucked on my nipples, making me want to explode right
away.
Thats it, baby, he said. As I moved harder and faster, he stopped me and made me turn around
so that I faced away from him. Reverse cowgirl, he said as he reached around me to cups my
breasts.
Hee haa! I said and managed a small laugh.
The sensation of my clitoris on his erection was so intense and so amazing that I exploded at the
same time he did.
Afterward, as I lay limp against him, he said, Youre on the pill, right, baby?
Right, I lied. Now you ask me, Rusty?
Good. Dont want to have to fight your father if you get pregnant, he said, as he pulled down
my top and covered my breasts.
You you dont want children, Rusty? I asked, as I straightened my skirt and wriggled back
into my panties. If he said no, Id be so disappointed.
Yeah, I do. I dont care if you get pregnant its you I worry about. How will your family react
if you go home one day and tell them youre knocked up.
Knocked up? What a funny way to put it.
He smiled.
You drive, I said. Im too weak after that explosion to drive.
His smiled widened. Its gets better, you know.
Really?
He wriggled his eyebrows at me. Wait and see.
I cant wait, I said, meaning it. Sex with Rusty was so enjoyable and he was so eager to please
me that I wanted to have sex with him all the time. We both had great sexual appetites so we were a
match made in sex-heaven, if there was such a place.
And I wanted to please him. I loved looking into his eyes and watching him lose control because
of what I was doing to him. It made me feel powerful and in control.
How did you get so good at this, I asked.
Well, when I was fifteen, I had an affair with my school teacher who was forty, he confessed.
She taught me exactly how to please women. He chuckled. She was pleasure-seeking and shed
say, Rusty, your stamina, my experience a win-win situation.
Was it?
Fuck yeah! I was in love with her. Wanted to marry her and fuck all day. He laughed. I was
fifteen, remember?
And how am I? I demanded.
Youre fantastic. His guilty smile told me otherwise.
Liar!
He laughs. Okay, youre getting there, my twenty-one year old virgin. Not to mention that
youve got huge potential.
I want to be there, I whispered. I want to be your best. Take me there. Teach me. I wasnt
shy with Rusty. I loved him too much to be. Besides as I mentioned, he had a way of making me
comfortable and relaxed.
Yeah? He reached over, grabbed my neck and drew it towards him.
Yeah I mimicked.
Youre so on, he said and kissed me.
From then on, our love-making became phenomenal and each time I left Rusty, my body tingled
for hours from the memory of the new moves, the new positions he had taught me.
Of course, he led, I followed. He was a great teacher and I loved the aftermath just as much as
when he was inside of me. It was fun learning from someone who cared about me and who I trusted.
I found myself buying Ylang Ylang candles and body oils and sexy lingerie. In fact, Rusty took
me shopping for lingerie and introduced me to G-strings. It was as uncomfortable as hell, but it made
me feel so sexy that I wore them anyway. In them I felt like a whore and I wanted to feel like that.
Chapter Twenty-Two
HENNA
I hurried over to Rustys one day and found him in the parking lot. His smile told me he was up
to something. What are you up to? I asked.
I bought you a car! he said, his voice full of excitement.
You what?!
He grabbed my hand and almost dragged me further into the parking lot. Look! He pointed to a
red Toyota.
My hands flew to my mouth. Oh my God! I whirled to look at him. For me? You bought it
?
You like it? he asked, his eyes scanning my face. Its a demo model, easy to drive, easy to
park, and safe. At night youll .
Oh, I love it! I said. It was a lovely, car. At the palace, we rode in limos and Mercedes. ( I
was married to a prince, remember?) I pictured myself parking this Toyota in the parking lot next to
the other luxury vehicles and I giggled at the thought of all the staffs reaction.
There would be so many questions.
Baby, I love it! I gushed. Thank you so much. I threw my arms around him. I will take great
care of it and I promise not to scratch it.
No need to. Youre learning to drive. Make all the mistakes you need to. Thats what insurance
is there for.
You are so sweet. Can we go for a test drive?
Sure. He got in and buckled up. No one has to pick you up and drop you off anymore.
I absolutely loved the car and I loved him for being so sweet to me. But there was the issue of
my drivers license. Rusty wanted me to get one, but I was afraid that he would then see my real
identity.
But, like everything else, I shelved it into the attic of my mind and hoped it wouldnt ever come
up.
I would have loved to tell everyone about the great gift my boyfriend gave me, but I couldnt. So
I told everybody that it was Rekhas car to prevent any suspicion.
The freedom that came with driving and having my own car was absolutely liberating.
I still had a curfew, but I took liberties even though it stressed out both Vijay and Rekha.
*****
HENNA
Its been three months, Rekha said, watching my face in the mirror as I applied my lipstick.
Yes, but I still got my period, I pointed out quickly.
She fell silent.
I was so happy with Rusty, that I sometimes forget my mission. The palace suffocated me and I
didnt want to be there, not even for a minute. Even though Rusty lived in an apartment, I felt as free
as a bird when I was there, and it was an effort to return to the palace.
It was a bonus to be able to see him during the day. But I had to make sure that I was not spotted
by him during his lessons with Vijay.
Hes always in a good mood these days, Vijay reported. I think he likes you a lot.
Has he told you that? Barood asked.
What? I asked, not making eye contact.
That he like you? That he loves you?
No. We were not in that place yet.
You sure? Barood persisted. Youre glowing, hes always in a good mood makes me
wonder if the two of you are not falling in love.
Dont be silly. We hardly know each other. My attempt to snap at him failed miserably.
But I could tell Rekha wasnt fooled by the way she looked at me. That made me mad how
dared she stand in my way of a little happiness?
Temporary happiness, okay, but still, it was happiness that I never had and was not ready to say
goodbye to very soon.
Im off! I said and hurried into the Toyota.
*****
HENNA
I was stressed. I had a special dinner at the palace with the Royal Family and Rusty and I had
tickets to a late show. Since they clashed, I tried to find a way to juggle both.
Anyway, I did my hair and make-up with Rusty in mind, and I slipped on an elegant, knee-length
dress. I figured it would be fitting for both the royal dinner and the theatre.
Vijay and I were the last to enter the royal dining room. The Queen, who wasnt supposed to be
there as yet, was already seated and talking to her daughters.
The moment I entered, all eyes jerked to look at me.
I curtsied and took my place next to Vijay.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What have you done to yourself, little Henna? Hritik, Chandinis
always-tipsy and loud-mouth husband said, admiration all over his blotchy face. Youre looking
greeeeeat!
Yes, Chandini said in a sneering voice. Youve lost all the weight. You used to be so fat.
Uncomfortable under their scrutiny and not prepared for this, I shrugged several times then said.
Had my hair done and did some dieting.
The diet really worked. Hritiks leering button-like eyes lingered on my breasts and I felt a
flush creep all over me.
Chandini nudged him. With a frown, he looked at her, then at Maharani, before he shut up and
slinked back into his Edwardian Chair.
I look at Maharani. Her lips are a thin line. Finally she said, So youve been working on your-
self, your weight then? Her tone was accusing, which confused me.
Yes, Maharani, I murmured.
Mmm. Everyone stared at me and I regretted dressing up.
Hennas working hard to get pregnant, Vijay screeched, his eyes cast to the floor. Vijay
seldom spoke, defended himself, or argued for him to step in and say something on my behalf was
surprising to me and everyone else.
After looking thoughtful for a moment, Maharani nodded. Thereafter, she addressed Vijay and
ignored me.
Which I didnt mind. In fact, I preferred it that way, as I felt really intimidated by her and her
daughters and couldnt wait for her to leave so that we could leave.
Chandini and Madhuri put their heads together and whispered, and I just knew that they were
talking about me. The started giggling. Bitches. Well, they could laugh at me, I thought, but they dont
know that handsome Rusty had just bought me a car.
After dinner, to my annoyance, instead of going our own way like we usually did, we all had to
retire to the family room where Maharani mingled with her children and grandchildren.
Hritik eyes followed me around. Finally, he cornered Vijay and I. I too want to lose some
weight, he whispered and touched his pot-belly. Maybe you and me should get together and talk
about it. As he spoke, even though Vijay was present, and even though I showed not a hint of
cleavage, his eyes fastened onto my breasts.
He moved closer so that his shoulder deliberately touched mine. It was creepy and sleazy. His
voice dropped to a whisper. I too want to look sexy, like you. I mean, look at you, you look very
sexy. Very, very sexy. He ran his tongue slowly over his lower lip. I cringed and moved closer to
Vijay, who flicked his fingers on his chest and appeared to be retreating into his world, like he
usually did whenever there was conflict.
Muttering something about the bathroom, I headed to the bathroom furthest away in an attempt to
shake off Hritik.
I was anxious about Rusty, irritated about Hritik, and annoyed with Queen Karisma for delaying
this evening.
After I used the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and checked my make-up. I didnt hear
him until he was right behind me.
Hellooo, baby, Hritik said, placing both hands on the sink on either side of me.
Stunned, I looked at him in the mirror. Wha ? My voice caught in my throat.
With a sinister gleam in his eye he pressed himself up against me, anchoring me to the sink and
preventing me from escaping. Terror oozed through me.
You need a real man with that body, he whispered, his whisky breath singeing my ear. Vijay
cant give you what I can. To my utter disgust, he rubbed himself against me.
Why did I choose this bathroom?
I tried to elbow him, but he laughed and slipped his arm around to squeeze my breast.
Then I remembered Rustys training. He had always said that if Im in a bear hug, I should go for
the shin. Kick back hard, then stomp on the attackers foot. I did both. It worked.
You fucking bitch! he screamed, as he doubled up in pain.
I grabbed my purse, ran out of the bathroom and smacked straight into Vijay, who stood at the
entrance to the bathroom looking very distressed and muttering incoherently. He must have sensed that
Hritik was up to something so he followed me. That was his way of trying to protect me.
Its okay, I said and grabbed onto Vijays arm. Im okay. Even though it didnt help much, I
still appreciated Vijays gesture.
You okay? I asked.
He nodded.
Shaking, we made my way back to the rest of the family.
Moments later, Hritik returned and resumed his drinking. After knocking back a few more
whiskeys, he raised his glass. To Hennas new body! he slurred and gave Vijay an exaggerated
wink. You look as beautiful as the Maharani herself now. What a sexy Queen you will make.
There was a collective gasp in the room.
All eyes flitted between the Queen and me. When I looked at Maharani, she had a smile
plastered on her lips, but it didnt reach her eyes.
Shortly thereafter, Roop Singh walked over to Hritik and whispered in his ear. Hritik scowled,
downed his drink and stormed out, muttering under his breath.
When the evening finally ended, I raced back to my suite and blurted out everything to Rekha and
Barood. Hes such a jerk! I cried. Now hes going to be after me.
Not to mention, hes put you in the bad books of Maharani, Rekha said, a huge frown on her
forehead.
Yes, Maharani doesnt like competition in the looks department, Barood said.
Barood, dont say that! Vijay admonished.
Its true, Vijay, Barood said. She only hires male staff and when she does hire women,
theyre downright ugly.
Vijay glared at Barood, then went off in a huff.
All three of us exchanged exasperated glances.
Youre in deep shit, Barood said. And Hritik hes going to pay for his stupidity. Mark my
words. Biiiig idiot.
Rekha scratched her eyebrow and looked at the floor. Then she looked at me, a frown on her
face. Next time you see her, dress down.
Okay, I said.
By the time I reached Rusty, we had missed the theatre and he was getting ready for bed. Im
sorry, Rusty, I said. Couldnt get away from home. Im really sorry, baby. Really sorry.
He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees. I went to your house, he said quietly.
I didnt expect that.
Family dinner at a relatives, Rusty, I quickly said.
I dont know if I believe you, Anita. Why was your grandmother not at that family dinner? His
voice was cold, different, and it made me really nervous.
Never thought of the grandmother bit. Damn!
Rusty, please! Youre giving me a hard-time. For what? My grandmother never leaves the
house. Shes old and shes shes a bit paranoid, okay?
He stared at me and his silence told me that he didnt believe me. I was a little annoyed because
of the pressure I felt from him, from Maharanis dinner and the jerk Hritik, but after a few moments, I
took a deep breath and focused on the man in front of me.
He had a right to be upset with me, I thought. Id be too, if the roles were reversed. I walked
over to him, put my arms around him and tried to kiss him.
He turned his face away.
I grabbed his chin and turned it so that I could look into his eyes and lie. You have a right to be
mad at me and Im really sorry. I will make it up to--
You seeing someone else, Anita?
What?! With a chuckle, I pushed him onto his back and climbed over him. Dont be silly, I
said as I straddled him. I like fucking you too much. Dont you realize that by now? I kissed his
lips.
He didnt respond.
Slowly I moved my hips over his till I felt him hard-on.
He reached up, grabbed a fist-full of my hair and brought my face down to his. Ill kill you if
you do, understand?
His eyes were so serious and so dark, that I believed him.
Deceive me and I will murder you, he whispered, as he flipped me around so that he was on
top of me.
Rusty, Im here every day, every evening. Dont push me away with your insecurities. I want to
be with you. Cant you tell?
He didnt answer, but continued scanning my face for something, clues, whatever.
I took his hand and slid it between my thighs. Feel me, baby, I whispered. Im wet just
thinking about you.
I felt his body relax at my words. Pulling his mouth down to mine, I kissed away his insecurities,
as I undressed him and used my body to placate him.
His lovemaking was rough, forceful, maybe even territorial that night, and I understood why.
As we lay spent in each others arms, he turned my face to his. I smiled and tried to kiss him but
he held me back and looked into my eyes. I braced myself for another bout of reproach.
I love you, Anita, he whispered to my surprise.
After I got over my shock at his words, my heart sang. I love you, Rusty, I said. I love you so
much. I held him tight and basked in his love.
He smiled for the first time that evening and planted light kisses all over my face.
I love you, I chanted. I love you. It felt wonderful to utter those words.
I love you, Anita, he said, entwining his finger in my hair. I do.
Rusty said he loved me. Someone loved me. Finally.
*****
HENNA
I was blissfully happy and my head was in that 9
th
cloud or whatever cloud was responsible for
happiness.
Love is a selfish emotion, it true. I was selfish after Rusty told me that he loved me. I wanted to
be happy more than anything in the world. More than I cared about Rustys long term happiness and
imminent heartbreak.
Nothing could dampen my spirits for long because of my love for him. I ran around the palace,
humming to myself, watching the clock, waiting for it to tell me that it was time to see my love. Then
Id race over to his place and wait for him. When he entered I would jump into his arms and hed
swing me around and tell me that he loved me.
He often bought me presents. A gold chain with a locket on it, a pair of diamond earrings, a book
that he thought Id like he was generous and loving. The best boyfriend in the whole world. I felt
like an addict. He was my fix. Holding him, breathing in him, lying in his arms--that was what made
life worthwhile.
The moment he moved away, I kept thinking of him. A scary feeling. Like an addict.
Chapter Twenty-Three
REKHA
Henna had no idea how beautiful she really was. Her sister had brainwashed her into believing
that she was ugly, stupid, and a tomboy. Her familys apathy towards her reiterated that in her head.
Obviously, the position of the beautiful daughter in their family had been filled with vain and self-
absorbed Rani.
But all that changed. Under my constant guidance and Miss Sarahs tutoring over a year, Henna
morphed from overweight teenager, into a pleasant, smart, educated lady.
Bathed in Rustys love and attention, she blossomed into a beautiful woman with an equally
beautiful heart.
She was so happy that she glowed like an ember. Shed run around the palace, dancing to the
music in her head. She danced, not walked. In many ways, she was still a child, yet she could be a
lady when necessary. A fine balance to achieve in such a short time, but we did it.
When we took our walks around the palace, she always stopped to speak to the servants, give a
compliment, ask about their children, or just tell them what a great job they were doing. In the past,
she didnt have the confidence to speak to servants, let alone make eye-contact with them.
Palace staff fell in love with her once they got to know her. Every time they saw her, they would
tell her how beautiful she looked. After they got over their shock at realizing who she was, of course.
You are going to make a beautiful Maharani, they always said.
And her generosity was phenomenal. Like the time we saw two servants huddled together. One
was crying.
What it, Jaya? Henna asked.
It is nothing, Princess, Jaya replied.
Henna put her hand on Jayas shoulder and raised her eyebrows.
Realizing that Princess Henna wasnt going to leave without an answer, Jay explained their
plight. Meena here, her childs eyesight is failing, Princess. The doctor, he says that they need to
operate soon, but she doesnt have the money for the operation, Princess.
Thats too bad, Henna said, a pained expression on her face. How old is the child?
Three years old, Rajkumari, Jaya replied while Meena sobbed harder.
Henna looked thoughtful for a few moments, then turned to me. That is terrible. I mean, I plan to
have a child soon. What if my child was going blind, Rekha? How would I feel? What if one of my
sisters was going blind?
She slipped off a bangle and handed it to Meena.
Meenas eyes widened, while Jaya gasped with her hands on her chest.
But Princess, that thats Maharani Jaya spluttered.
Henna waved dismissively. I have plenty and we wont tell. Take it and sort out your daughter,
okay?
Meena stared at the bangle in her hand, then threw herself at Hennas feet. Thank you, Thank
you! Thank you! Rajkumari!
Now remember, just dont tell anyone that I gave you the bangle, Henna said.
I wont, Rajkumari, Meena promised. I promise, I promise, I promise!
Now, dry your eyes and go be a loving mother, Henna said.
We continued our walk. She always wanted women to be loving mothers. That was something
she longed for her mothers love. Unfortunately, she couldnt get that.
A few days later, Dev Anand, one of the gardeners, accosted Henna and I during one of our
walks through the palace grounds.
Whats wrong, Dev Anand? Henna asked.
He tearfully told us about his daughters plight. She had been raped and was now pregnant with
the child of a rapist. The village he belonged to wanted to stone her for being pregnant out of wedlock
and he feared for her life. He begged Henna for money so he could buy her a ticket to go to his sister
in Sri Lanka. I heard you helped Meena, he said. Please Rajkumari, please help me now.
Meenas big mouth.
Without a word, Henna removed a gold bangle and handed it to him. He clasped his hands
together and bowed to her.
Tell her if she needs a job after the baby, she must come to me. She can bring her baby with.
For a moment he stood with his mouth agape. Then he too threw himself at Hennas feet and
said, May God keep you and your family safe, always. I will always be your servant. For the rest of
your life, Princess Henna.
Thank you. Now, dry your tears and go be a loving father to your daughter.
I will, I will, Rajkumari.
And ask her if the babys middle name can be Henna! she teased. Only if its a girl.
Absolutely, Rajkumari. Absolutely!
As we walked away, I said, You know, that story could very well be a lie.
She stopped walking and looked at me as if I was crazy to think that.
They could just be taking advantage of you because youre eighteen and innocent and
vulnerable. You do realize that?
After thinking about it for a moment, she gave a dismissive shrug. Maybe. But did you see the
pain in his eyes? It seemed real. Anyway, it doesnt matter. I like helping people.
She skipped around me like a little girl. Besides, Im happy and I want the whole world to be
happy!
It became a regular occurrence servants wanting charity and Princess Henna always giving
freely. She put out her hands, raised her face to the heavens and whirled round and round.
Theyre calling you Princess of Hearts, I informed her. Word is it that youre more popular
than Maharani now.
Really? What does that mean?
Means that youd make a great Queen one day and you will be loved by all your subjects, not
like Queen Karisma. Nobody likes her because shes a mean bitch. Not to mention a slut.
We both laughed.
But now, look at your arms, Henna. Youre down to, what forty bangles?
She looked at her arms and nodded grimly.
If palace officials discover that youre parting with royal jewels, giving them away, youre in
big, big trouble, Princess Henna.
Here eyes were full of worry. What must I do, then?
I thought about it. Ask Prince Vijay for more bangles. Tell him tell him you want fifty gold
bangles as a gift, then fifty more when you announce your pregnancy. Tell him not to mention it to
anyone.
Okay, she said meekly.
Luckily, Prince Vijay hated any form of conflict so he immediately said yes, and within a week,
all Hennas bangles were replaced.
Chapter Twenty-Four
HENNA
Rusty and I were happy, and as the days went by we became closer. He wanted more of me,
more than I could give.
Why cant you just move in with me, he badgered, as I dressed to return to the palace. Tell
your family to get with the times.
Rusty, please! Its not that simple, baby. Living with your boyfriend is out of the question and
as for pre-marital sex its a no-no! I smiled and leaned in for a kiss. But youre so fantastic in bed
and and and the way you make my body shudder With a mischievous smile, I slid my hand
down his broad chest, over his firm stomach muscles and between his legs. I just cant resist
He grabbed my hand. Know what I think, Anita?
Here we go again, I thought, removing my hand and sighing. What?
I think youre married. Or you have a boyfriend or something.
I froze. Was he onto me? I looked away.
He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. You cant be reached during the day, your
family never appears, and you wont stay the ni
I thought I explained all that to you, Rusty?
He folded his arms tightly across his bare chest. Somethings not right, Anita.
I was a virgin when I met you, Rusty!
He nodded, a pensive look on his face. Yeah. See, that --he circled his index finger--thats
the confusing part.
I introduced you to my sister, my brother-in-law, my grandmother Annoyed, I slid out of
bed and furiously threw on my clothes. All this because I wont stay a night with you?!
All this because of everything I said, Anita.
I slipped on my heels and walked over to the mirror to brush my hair.
He sat up in bed and watched me silently.
Our eyes met through the dressing table mirror.
I see you every day, Rusty. Every single day.
He stared at me, a thoughtful look on his face. Finally, he got out of bed and walked over to me.
He cupped my face, looked into my eyes, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Ha! Couldnt stay mad at me for long, I thought. Im irresistible. At least, the new and improved
me Anita is irresistible.
I think we should stop seeing each other.
Rusty!
Im sorry, but its not working out, Anita. Sorry. Call me when youre ready to give yourself
one hundred per cent to me. His voice was so foreign, so determined, he sounded like a stranger to
me. He walked towards the bathroom.
Rusty, wait! I ran after him and caught him at the door. You cant be serious?
With a determined look in his eyes, he stepped into the bathroom and locked the door on me.
Shut the door on your way out! he said through the locked door.
Stunned, I tried the door. Rusty!
He didnt answer.
Rusty, I have your car.
Keep it. Its yours!
Now thats just silly, Rusty. Rusty? When I heard the shower going, I left the apartment and
drove home in a state of shock.
Rekha jerked to her feet when she saw the look on my face. Whats wrong, Henna?
He he he broke up with me, Rekha.
She gasped and put both her hands over her mouth.
He said I must keep the car.
For a few moments we sat in silence. All our plans, our hopes, all down the tubes.
Ive let my team down.
It was all for the best, I said to a disappointed Rekha. It was too stressful for me. He would
have found out sooner or later. I sounded a lot like my wimpy husband.
I dried my tears and went in search of ice-cream. I found a tub, grabbed a big spoon and settled
in front of the TV. I took a spoonful of ice-cream and almost gagged. It tasted awful like cardboard.
If I couldnt eat ice-cream then something was wrong. Furious, I hurled the spoon at the wall.
Fuck you, Rusty! At Rekhas insistence, I went to bed to sleep it off.
Twenty-four hours later, reality set in. I would have to live my life without Rusty. Without his
arms around me, his touch, his kisses, his naked body over mine
Every day without him would be as empty as this. As lonely as this.
The loss I felt was so intense, I curled up into a ball and lay on my bed.
Rekha walked in and sat next to me. Youll see him every day but it will be at the palace.
I nodded. At least I had that to look forward to.
But Rusty did not show at the palace.
Hes off sick for the next week, Vijay said.
Henna, Barood said, I think I mean, look at you, youre a mess I think you have fallen for
him. Have you?
What a stupid question! I snapped and turned away.
Miserable and dying to see his face again, I found myself visiting our regular haunts, craning my
neck to look out for him. But I didnt see him anywhere.
I thought about going to his apartment on the pretext of returning his car, but I didnt want to
finalize things to such an extent; and I was scared hed reject me. I went back to Charnie Road with
Rekha and asked the old lady if the Gora, (white-man) came looking for me.
This time the white-haired lady didnt say Haa. She shook her head from side to side.
Hes really serious about breaking up with me, then, I thought, my heart splintering into a million
pieces.
*****
HENNA
A week went by and there was still the issue of my falling pregnant. My disappointment and
broken heart had to be put on ice for now. I needed to handle the issue of their heir or go back to the
village of Geet.
At the behest of Rekha, I found myself seated at a bar and ordering a Tequila Sunrise. It wasnt
like I was ordering a Tequila Sunrise because it brought back memories of Rusty and I drinking
together and having fun, I told myself. It was just a goddamn drink. It meant nothing!
My eyes swept the room. Lots of drunken men of all ages to choose from. Almost immediately,
men sent me drinks. Six Tequila Sunrises stand cheek-to-cheek in front of me.
When I looked at the drinks and the men eyeing me like a gazelle being eyed at dinner time by a
pride of lions, I stop sipping and switched to gulps.
Pretty soon, three Tequila Sunrises had disappeared and my confidence had re-appeared.
A drunk staggered towards me.
He was around forty, blotchy face, a startlingly innovative comb-over, the buttons on his white
shirt threatening to become airborne any moment. Allo beeetiful! he said to my breasts.
I didnt reply.
With a smile, he wet a finger on each hand and slowly rubbed down his eyebrows with them.
That makes a huge difference, I said.
Want to have good time, beby?
Uuuuggghhh!
Your ... I pointed to his eyebrows, theyre all messed up again.
Ohhh! He wet his fingers again and furiously rubbed them down again. Better, beby?
Ah, yes. Much better.
Now, what wasa beeetiful girl like you doing in a place like this?
Im married. Im waiting for my husband.
He jerked back and looked at me with huge, bloodshot eyes. Me too! But that shouldnt get in
the way of a good friendship, beeetiful. With great difficulty, he heaved his bulk onto a barstool next
to me, his pudgy thigh rubbing against mine, reminding me of Hritik.
Hey! Leave her alone! a voice shouted.
The owner of the voice was around twenty-five, tanned skin, tall with an earring in one ear. He
had a toothy grin and crinkly eyes. He wore black on black with the words Security on his T-shirt.
Pudgy tore his eyes off my breasts and slunk away.
Hello! What have we here, I asked myself? Donor material for sure. I sat up really tall and
smiled at him.
Fuck you, Rusty! Youre so replaceable.
My kids would have big teeth for sure, but being royalty, we could afford good dentists. Theyd
probably make great security guards too. Maybe they can be head of Palace security if all else failed?
The possibilities were endless now that I had met a good looking security guard at a bar.
You okay, maam?
Yes, I am, thank you.
Hes harmless, handsome security guy said. Just likes the ladies. He sat next to me and we
made small talk.
He held out his hand. Im Abisheik, by the way.
A Sheik! I met a Sheik. See? Fuck you, Rusty!
Im Anita, I said and shook his hand the way Miss Sarah taught me to.
As we talked, his eyes swept appreciatively over me. That should have been great, but it wasnt.
I found myself comparing him with Rusty his nose was bigger than Rustys, his chest was smaller
than Rustys, his aftershave made no impression on me, his T-shirt was not black enough
I was so sick of myself for doing this.
Can I get your number?
This was where I was supposed to say, Sure, here it is. Then fast-forward -- he calls me, we
go to dinner, we have sex at my house in Charnie Road that night, or at his place or in my car and Im
pregnant. Easy peasy.
Im sorry, but Im married, I heard myself say.
His face fell.
When I walked away from the bar, I was more in love with Rusty than I ever had been and I
realized that I could not sleep with another man while my heart was in pieces.
I wiped away my tears and headed back to my prison, where I had every material thing I could
possibly want, but didnt give a crap about any of it.
I just wanted Rusty. So badly I ached, physically and emotionally.
*****
HENNA
It had been two weeks since Rusty had dumped me. Rekha had said it was no use keeping the
house now, so we were there to end all dealings with Daadijii.
It was a rainy day and my mood was as grey as the skies. Giving up the house meant finality with
Rusty. That set me on the brink of tears. How could Rusty be so strong that he could stay away from
me? Maybe he didnt love me that much?
I missed him so much, that I had an unbearable physical pain inside of me that nothing could
ease.
As we sat across from Daadijii and sipped our tea, the doorbell rang. Since I was closest to the
door, I walked over to answer. When I opened the door, I looked into my lovers face.
Rusty!
He stood in the rain, shoulders slumped, misery etched all over his face. Im sorry, he said. I
love you so much, baby. I shouldnt have
With a cry, I stepped into the rain, threw my arms around him and silenced his apology with my
kiss. I love you, Rusty! I love you so much. Lets never fight again.
We hugged each other, not caring that Rekha and Daadijii were looking at us.
Come with me, he said. Now!
I nodded and turned to Rekha. Dont wait for me. Before she could answer, I ran off with
Rusty .
In the car, we kissed and hugged and vowed never to fight again.
I love you, Rusty, I said and clasped his hand to my heart. I love you forever.
Then risking everything, I spent two days and nights at his place where we stayed in each others
arms and made love sweet, long and unhurried. We pledged our love to each other and both of us
promised that we would let nothing stand in the way of our love.
Nothing, he said.
Nothing, I dittoed. I was so blinded with love that I said things I had no right saying, but I
couldnt stop them from pouring out of my mouth. I meant every single word and I would have
sacrificed it all for him at that moment.
Rusty baby, lets go away to New York. Ive never been there.
Soon, baby, he said, hugging my naked body to his. I cant leave India right now because of
my contracts, but soon, okay?
Dont worry about the contracts, Rusty, I said trying hard to keep the urgency out of my voice.
Please Rusty, lets just go. Get on a plane tonight and leave forever.
He smiled and thought I was kidding. But I wasnt.
I love you, forever, I said. Forever, and ever and ever and ever
Rusty was happy again.
I was happy again.
When I got back to the palace, Vijay for the first time since I had known him was angry and
extremely agitated.
I had to tell everyone you were gone to Geet! he screeched. What if they checked, huh?
Huh?
Im sorry, it wont happen again, I promised. Im sorry.
Chapter Twenty-Five
HENNA
Two weeks of bliss passed before I woke up ill, vomiting and unable to stand the smell of tea.
Youre pregnant! Rekha whispered, her face alive with excitement.
No, I got my period, thats all, I said, in an attempt to throw her off scent.
Knowing that she was aware of everything and that she would check, I opened a pack of sanitary
towels, removed a few and threw them in the trash.
Then I headed over to Rustys. On the way to his place, I stopped at a pharmacy and bought two
pregnancy test kits.
With shaking hands, I sat on Rustys toilet and checked the results. On one hand I wanted to be
pregnant so that all the stresses surrounding me over an heir would be over; and on the other hand, I
didnt want to be, as it meant saying goodbye to my lover.
I couldnt bear the thought of not seeing him again.
The lines turned blue.
My heart did somersaults. I was going to be a mother!
But to be sure, I redid the test.
Blue again. I was definitely pregnant with Rustys child. Rustys and my child. I smiled. Our
seeds, our love would produce a beautiful
Honey? Rustys voice cut into my reverie.
I wasnt expecting him home. Damn! I muttered and quickly gathered the contents of both kits,
threw them into a paper bag and stashed it behind the toilet bowl, out of sight.
When he wasnt looking, I planned to remove it.
Hey! I said, rushing out to greet him. Whatre you doing home so early?
He scooped me up and whirled me around. I wanted to see you.
We spent the rest of the day in each others arms. I so much wished I could share the wonderful
news with him. So many times I came close to it, but I had to stop myself. When I left for the palace,
my heart was heavy.
A few days later, Rekha confronted me with a pregnancy test kit. The look on her face told me
that she knew.
I bowed my head and silently chewed my bottom lip.
Now, she said in a voice that didnt allow for any arguments.
Without a word, I nodded and took the test.
I was aware that I had to say goodbye to Rusty. I couldnt hang around with him with a huge
stomach.
Also, I was unable to eat meat and I was nauseous all the time. Sooner or later he would catch
on and knowing him, he probably would buy a pregnancy test kit and force me to take a test.
When I handed Rekha the stick, she jumped for joy. An heir to the throne you did it! You did
it, Henna!
Barood and Vijay were thrilled and opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
While they are celebrating, I started to get dressed.
Where are you going? Rekha asked, confusion all over her face.
To Rusty.
Her brows knitted.
I looked at her in the mirror. I cant just leave him like that. Have to say goodbye at least,
Rekha.
She said nothing. She didnt have to.
*****
HENNA
That night, as we lay in each others arms, I prepared myself to give Rusty the bad news. I
decided to tell him that I was going away for a while and that I would see him when I got back. Then
after a few weeks, I planned to write and tell him that I was not coming back. It was easier that way, I
thought. Let him down in stages.
While I was mentally working out my pitch, Rusty reached into his bedside drawer, removed
something from it and turned to me.
Marry me, he said, producing a ring.
Oh my God! I cried as I looked at the ring. It was the most precious thing I had ever seen. I
have jewellery tons of it: ugly gold, diamonds, rubies you name it, I had it, and I hated all of it.
But this ring, this diamond solitaire which sparkled in the light I could wear it every day, every
single moment of my life.
I looked up at Rustys smiling face.
Will you marry me, Henna?
With a cry, I threw my arms around him. Yes! I will marry y you, I choked. Then I started
to cry as confusion, despair, and sadness rained over me.
He laughed and slipped the ring onto my finger.
I held onto him and sobbed. I didnt want to give up Rusty. Ever! I loved him so much. He was
the only person in the world who loved me and who wanted me.
I want three children at least, he said. How bout it, honey?
Three? I chuckled through my tears. Sure.
Im gonna teach them how to perform stunts
I zoned out as the bands around my heart constricted.
How bout it? Huh? Huh?
Of course, baby, I said. Whatever you want. I love you so much.
I love you so much, Anita.
Suddenly, I hated the name Anita.
I put my finger to his lips. Call me baby. I like it when you call me that.
He removed my finger and pecked my lips. Sure, Baby.
I smiled.
He smacked my bottom. Baby, baby, baby!
For that, Im going to stay the night.
You are? he was thrilled and we lay in bed making plans about our future. I agreed with
everything he said and even made plans with him.
When I heard his soft snoring, I slid out of bed, removed the ring, kissed it and slipped it into the
back of the night stand.
I quietly dressed and walked out of Rustys apartment, out of Rustys life.
Tomorrow, he would find the ring in the drawer and the keys to the car in his letterbox.
Chapter Twenty-Six
RUSTY
Of course I didnt want to work with Anita! She looked like a diva her nails were long and
painted, her hair was shiny and beautiful, her heels looked like knives that could easily put out
someones eye!
How the hell could I have taken her seriously after the way she looked? So pretty?
Anyway, I had had enough people knocking on my door and I was busy enough. Also, I didnt
think someone like her could afford me.
I was, I must admit, taken aback when she flashed me wads of notes. Had she robbed the 7-11
she worked at, I wondered?
Thats offensive. I take it back.
I dont work with women, I politely explained.
Oh, why not? she demanded.
Cos theyre not I dunno, theyre just not serious enough, dedicated I really watched my
words and tried to be respectful.
What I really wanted to tell her was that, from my experience, women were slow learners, full
of themselves, never punctual, and I had to treat them with kid gloves something I just didnt feel
like doing.
Even though I wasnt in any way arrogant or disrespectful, she kicked me. With those stilettos.
Just kicked my ass and I never saw it coming. My mistake. First time in my adult life, ever.
Anyway, as I lay on the ground, groaning like a girl, I was convinced she was some sort of
psycho who was going to yank out her stilettos and drive one of them into my temple and remove my
brain or something, for, I dunno, something I did to her in another life?
Was I scared? Fuck yeah! Wouldnt you be?
I needed to get my bearings quickly.
But after the psycho knocked me to the ground, she knelt before me with a look of genuine
concern in her eyes. Sir? Are you okay? Sir?
Then, she got a glass of water and tried to feed it to me. Tap water! It would make me sick. She
forced it down my throat so I hit the glass out of her hand.
Drink up please, she urged. Then she tried to hoist me to my feet. When I was okay, she
suddenly grabbed her bag and high-tailed it out of the studio.
What a nut-job, I thought as I locked and bolted the studio door. Couldnt take chances maybe
there were more like her out there. Maybe she had a sister, an aunt, or an equally fucked-up best
friend waiting outside in the dark.
But I got home, dressed my head wound, and as the hours passed, something strange happened
my fascination for her peaked and the questions in my mind flowed.
Who was that feisty girl?
Where did she come from?
Why was she so mad?
How could I have made such an idiot of myself? I mean, Ill be the first to admit I should not
have been caught unawares. Not me. Especially not me.
Two days later, she re-appeared. Of course I put her in a headlock. I was taking no chances. But
she groveled and she was even prettier than I remembered, so I invited her in. Okay, so maybe
invited isnt all together true.
But I quietly adopted my fighting stance, ready for her, ready to beat the shit out of her in case
she tried anything. Well, I wouldnt beat the shit out of her; I was just ready to defend myself against
her.
With a sheepish smiled she stood before me and said, I, eh, I came to apologize.
Yeah? Then do it.
She put her hand to her chest. Im sorry.
Mff, I said and nodded. But be warned, try that again and Ill beat the fucking shit out of you,
understand?
She smiled and bit her bottom lip and when I looked into her eyes, I lost my fighting stance, my
train of thought, forgot who I was, forgot where I was, and I stared at her like a cretin.
Luckily, I snapped out of it, looked her up and down, faked a sneer and said, How old are you
again?
Eh, eh twenty-one?
I was smart enough to know she was lying about her age. I mean, she hesitated and then said
twenty-one like it was a question. Women they always tried to pass themselves off as being
younger, so I assumed she was twenty-five and struggling with the mortality of her youth. Or some shit
like that.
Anyway, she looked way younger than twenty-five for sure.
Then she went off in a tangent something about me being a sexist and how I wasnt successful
with women.
Did she even know who I was? I had chicks throwing themselves at me all the time; I had to
literally fend them off. What a dumb broad, I thought.
Anyway, I resumed my fighting stance and told her off. But she just smiled and said, Yes, yes,
whatever you call it. Her smile, man! It made me lose my fighting stance all over again.
Then she had the nerve to tell me that she kicked my ass and her smile became so condescending,
it made me downright furious.
Do you know of another instructor who enjoys a challenge? Can you believe that question? Me
turn down a challenge? I dont think so. I looked up at her.
She had a lock of hair in her hand which she was slowly twisting, her head cocked to one side,
an amused smiled on her face. She looked so pretty that my mind went AWOL, and all the abuse I was
about to hurl at her dissipated.
Be here Thursday 6 PM! I snapped. Dont be late. And I take my payment in advance. Get
it?
Her smiled brightened and she nodded.
Then I threatened the shit out of her. And dont expect that just cos youre a fucking woman, Im
gonna go fucking slow on you, understand? Bitch. I amped up my fighting stance and looked fiercely
at her.
Do you know how she responded? Ill tell you. She told me that she was going to kick the shit
out of me. I plan to kick the fucking shit out of you, Rusty.
Now, I should have gotten mad with her, but she said my name so pretty, I overlooked her
cockiness and a smile escaped me.
Goodnight and sweet dreams, she said. What the hell did she mean by Goodnight and sweet
dreams? Was it because she knocked me out cold the last time? A reference to her blindsiding me?
Sweet dreams? As in, Dream on if you think you can outwit me because I got surprise after surprise
in store for you, honky?
She sashayed out of the studio. Lucky she didnt look back or shed have seen me gawking like
an idiot.
In anticipation of seeing her again, I donned on my most expensive aftershave and ensured I
looked decent for our next lesson, something I never bother to do.
But my intrigue for her escalated, as I remembered and analyzed our last conversation.
She was surprisingly good for a beginner and I must say, I was impressed with her. She was on
time and she wasnt in any way a diva. I liked that about her, but I kept my distance as I was a
professional in my game.
When she twisted her ankle, I rose to the occasion and became the hero. To show off how strong
I was, I carried her down the stairs even though she protested. I liked carrying her. Liked the
closeness and the smell of her perfume.
Shortly thereafter, she asked me to dinner.
Out of the blue. I guess she couldnt resist me. Anyway, I hesitated but I finally gave in. Guess I
felt sorry for her. It was during dinner that I finally fell for Anita. Head-over-fucking heels.
Gobsmacked!
We saw each other often and I secretly looked forwards to the lessons with her. I liked the way
she bit her lip and the way she tilted her head to one side, so that her dark hair curtained her face.
I liked how affectionate she was and how she said my name. I wanted to marry that girl and have
children and grandchildren with her.
When I learned that she had been a virgin, I was stunned. What had I done to that innocent
creature?
I worried that she would be mad at me for not knowing, but she seemed happy that I was the one
who took something so precious from her and it was all good in the end.
I loved her even more thereafter. I felt she belonged to me and I wanted to take care of her,
protect her all the time.
But she was cagey and I always felt there was something she was holding back. It bothered me
but I always silenced the voice of doubt and caution inside of me. See, in the past, I liked women,
desired them, but now I loved. I loved Anita and I wanted her to be with me all the time. The reason I
held back from telling her how I felt was because I was feared I may lose her if I moved too quickly.
Shes Indian to my knowledge they are a lot slower than western women.
Anyway, I wanted to be with her all the time and often I would call in sick just so that I could be
with her.
I loved the way she walked, the way she moved, like a dancer. And she would dance at the drop
of a hat. A sensual dancer, a sensual woman, I could look at her for hours. I got irritated when men
looked at her. She appeared clueless as to how beautiful she was and I liked that.
Compared to the beautiful but vain women I dated in the past, she was a breath of fresh air.
I got mad when Anita always had to go off. Always unreachable, always had to choose the most
secluded corner in a bar or restaurant, always cagey. When I questioned her about it, her guarded
answers made me think she was hiding something.
We argued about it and her blas attitude about it pissed me off. Eventually, I told her I wanted
to end things. I meant it. But I stood behind the bathroom door and listened to her pleas and I had to
fight the urge to open the door and take her into my arms and tell her its okay and that I will take the
crumbs she offered.
But she left before I had the chance.
I spent the next two weeks trying to put her out of my mind, telling myself it was for the better
and that I shouldnt think about her. My mind betrayed me and I thought about her all the time.
Often, I drove past her house, hoping to see her Toyota in the driveway, secretly hoping to get a
glimpse of her. I was so bothered, I had difficulty functioning. But she was never there.
Then one day I saw her car in the driveway. I quickly sped off. Seeing her car jarred me and I
felt rattled for a while. But, I turned around, drove back to her house and knocked at the door.
I was so nervous that shed be mad at me. As I apologized, she suddenly kissed me and she held
me so tight that I believed she had missed me as much as I had missed her.
It was simply the greatest moment in my life and I was happy again.
I love you so much, Rusty, she said. I will love you forever!
Shortly thereafter, I bought her a diamond ring and asked her to marry me. I remember that day
clearly she said yes, then held me and wept. Was I complete!
After all that, imagine my shock when I woke up the next day only to find Anita had disappeared.
Gone.
Anita and her family, whoever the fuck they were.
****
RUSTY
I never paid much attention when people talked about the twilight zone. But now I did. I felt I
was there, in some weird psychedelic dream.
Maybe I was losing it, going crazy? Maybe Anita was simply a figment of my imagination?
It was like she never existed. Did I dream the whole thing, I wondered?
Our lessons, our lovemaking, her love for me everything.
In desperation to make sense of things, I post-mortemed every fucking thing the day she left,
she had wept a lot, but I just put it down to her being simply overwhelmed by my marriage proposal
tears of happiness. I mean, she cried easily.
I remembered that she held me for a long time before she let go of me. Now I know why. Stupid
me.
Whenever Anita left, she took a part of me with, and that day was no exception.
Her mysteriousness, which mainly frustrated me at times, added to her allure and it may have
been one of the reasons I dug that chick and wanted to marry her.
At first I was in denial and I rationalized her disappearance: her father had taken her home to the
village she hailed from, she suddenly took ill and had to move back into her parents, she was arrested
for something
Knowing that her father did not approve of her dating, I hesitated about visiting her home. No
need to get her into trouble, I reasoned. Ill just be patient and she will return. She loves me, I love
hershe will return.
She didnt.
I waited three days before I went over to her house. And when her grandmother communicated to
me that Anita had gone away, I was frustrated. Unable to handle the communication barrier, I sought
out a man in the street and paid him to interpret what she was saying. Imagine how stunned I was to
learn the truth.
Saab, my interpreter said, the lady, she says The man hesitated and looked at the ground.
What? What? I demanded. Tell me!
Saab, eh, mister, she wants money before she speaks.
I looked at the old woman in disbelief. Was she serious? Apparently, the old hag was. Of
course, I paid her. Anita said her grandmother was nuts I didnt think so. The old woman was smart,
I tell you.
Then she explained after counting the money: Two women had approached her and hired out her
place. They gave her lots of money and asked her to pretend to be their grandmother.
Whaaaat?! No, no, no, thats crazy, I said, a little embarrassed. I leaned forward and
whispered in the interpreters ear. Shes a little crazy. Anita, her daughter, warned me about her.
Slowly, my interpreter nodded. I hated the look of pity on his oily face. He chatted some more
with the lady then turned to me.
Dunno, mister, she seems pretty coherent to me.
I glared at my interpreter, then at the old lady, then at my interpreter again.
That is bull utter bullshit! I pulled out a photo of Anita from my wallet and flashed it before
the old lady. This is the girl. Get it?
The lady nodded and rattled off in Hindi.
The man listened to her and nodded. Thats the young women, yes. She says that the other lady
used a scarf to hide a scar on her face. Says there were two young men with them all the time who
waited for the young lady whenever the young lady went out. One of the men was the young ladys
husband.
Hus? The words died in my throat.
She says she remembers you taking the young lady out to dinner. The husband and the other
three waited here for her and when she returned from dinner, all four of them drove home. They didnt
stay here. You apparently came to the door and you brought roses.
Dumbfounded I stared at the old lady. She was indeed coherent. So many things she said was
true.
This cant be happening, I mumbled and stormed out of the house.
Bemused, I sat in my car and waited for my interpreter. When he came to me, I paid him and
thanked him.
You okay, mister? he asked.
I nod.
Never trust a woman, mister, my father always said. She is the best liar in the world.
Yeah. But Ill get to the bottom of this, I promised. She was married, eh? What a slut.
Unable to believe what the old lady had said, I found myself at the only call centre in Asokastan.
The man looked at Anitas photo and shook his head.
But she did work here. I dropped her here once.
I know every person here, because I do all the hiring, he said. That girl never worked for us.
Stunned, I stared at the man. If she didnt work in a call centre, then what did she do for a living?
She dressed well, she had great manners, she spoke beautifully, and she carried herself like a lady.
When I visited our haunts, I flashed her photo around but nobody knew her. I thought about her
husband who was he? Had I met him? Did he set her up?
He was obviously aware of me, aware of the deception if he waited for her when she went out
with me.
Did she go back home and discuss our conversations, our dreams, did she laugh at me? Did they
laugh at me? Call me a sucker? Mock my declaration of love for her?
Alone in my bed, I tossed and turned. Why? That was the big question. Did they want money? I
was well off, but I certainly didnt have the kind of dough that warranted an orchestrated deception.
Identity theft? I quickly scrambled around and checked to see if any of my credit cards were
missing. All were intact.
The ring. Of course. I stood in the middle of the room and nodded to myself.
It was worth a lot. Cost me three months pay. She vamoosed with it the night I gave it to her.
How dumb was I?
I sank into a chair nodding.
Finally, I concluded that I was indeed duped and that she had stolen the ring and something else
that I wasnt aware of.
What a bitch! I wanted to kill her. Strangle her. Tear her head off. Drive a knife through her heart
like her lies did to mine.
Id march her off to the cops and make sure she was charged with, I dont know something.
But in spite of everything, I missed her.
I missed her musical laughter, her twinkling brown eyes, her lovely smile, the way she held me
in her arms when we made love. Her innocence in bed, her perfume which I could still smell each
time I went to bed.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Anita! Anita! Anita! Why did you do this to me? I cried. You
seemed so sweet, so sincere. I swear you loved me. Nobody could fake such love. Why, baby, why?
*****
RUSTY
It was time for me to fly back to New York, where I lived.
My contract with the palace had ended and the queen wanted me to renew it. But I had no desire
to give lessons to some wanker who fought like a girl.
Ever since I met Anita, I had thought about staying, but after the shit that went down with her, I
couldnt wait to get out of India.
I gave up my apartment and packed my things.
It was while packing that I found the ring. Stunned, I looked at it. Why hadnt she taken it? I
didnt understand if she was a thief, then surely she would have taken the ring and sold it?
Perplexed, I stopped packing and sank to the floor with the ring in my hand. It made no sense.
From where I sat I could see into my bathroom. It was then that I spotted the shopping bag behind
it. I didnt leave that bag there, I knew that that for sure. It had to have been Anita.
I hopped to my feet and ran to retrieve it.
Imagine my shock when I saw the pregnancy kits. Upon closer examination, I discovered that
Anita was pregnant.
I was totally gobsmacked.
Now I was concerned about Anita. If she was pregnant with my child, how would she manage?
Was it mine or her husbands?
In a state of total confusion, I slipped the ring in my wallet and boarded the plane for Dallas. I
had planned to spend a week with my family before I left for New York.
At home, I was lousy company.
She dumped you, right? Ellen said. She was my twin; she knew me better than anyone else.
I found myself telling her everything.
She blinked rapidly, her blue eyes darkening. Then she said, Wow! Indians cant be trusted,
Rusty, you know that, bro.
Ellen, stop!
Stop defending them, Rusty. Look what theyre capable of?
What could I say? Under normal circumstances, I would have argued with her, but now
After shaking her short blonde curls, she said, Shes probably gonna shake you down in a
couple of months for child support. That has to be it.
If its my child, of course Ill pay for it. But I asked her to marry me, Ellen. She could have
gotten more than child support from me. I love her!
Ellen fell silent and I saw despair on her face.
In spite of everything, I never believed that Anita did not love me.
No one can fake the kind of love she displayed. I felt it in her voice, her touch, her laugh, her
hugs, when we made love. She unabashedly perved me and called me beautiful. Shed lie on the bed
and ogle me and say, Your eyes are so blue, Rusty. You are such a pretty boy. You look like a movie
star. Come here.
I found all of that endearing.
Normal women didnt do and say stuff like that, but she did and I liked being adored by her.
Sometimes when I thought of her and the deception, it made me physically ill and I actually
threw up.
Okay, sure, but look at the facts you were singled out for operation Dumbo.
I glared at Ellen.
Sorry, but its the truth, Rust. Ever wondered why she singled you out? You didnt follow your
instinct. You knew something wasnt right, correct?
I nodded.
Maybe she was a prostitute?
What?! That is the most ridiculous
Rusty, you said she moved gracefully, she was engaging, she spoke beautifully maybe she
was a high-class call-girl.
I thought about it for a moment. Okay, lets say she was how come she was with me every
evening?
Every evening?
Probably I thinkit was just two evenings that I dont remember us spending together. And
she was shy at first. Didnt have the call-girl confidence in bed, she had body-issues. Always wanted
the light dimmed I shook my head. Not a call-girl for sure.
Was she on the pill?
I dont know. Never asked. Evidently not.
Did she ever ask you to wear a condom?
Nope.
Ellen rolled her eyes.
Ellen, I loved her, she loved me and
Evidently, she didnt, Rusty.
I hung my head as hurt tore through my soul.
Ellen became my sounding board and patiently nodded her head as I said the same thing over and
over again.
Fucking old-fashioned father my ass! She was just a lying, bitch! I spat after my sixth beer.
Then in a broken voice, She wanted three cchildren I swallowed the frog in my throat as I
remembered her lying in my arms as we discussed our dreams, our future.
I loved her so much, how could she do that to me?
I should have known that she was married, I said. I mean, she was cagey, couldnt stay the
night, had to leave at a certain time, looked at her watch a lot My lips thinned as I remembered.
Funny thing is, she was so weepy the night she left, as if she was forced to leave me.
Ellen just nodded as I said the same things over and over again.
Okay, so get out of bed and take back your life. Youve been moping and sleeping for the entire
week. Or shall I get Ethan?
Ill get out of bed! I jumped up and looked at her. Ethan was my crazy cousin who was too
much for me to handle right now.
She gave me a hug. Im sorry youre hurting so much.
Thanks, sis.
I have a surprise for you.
You do?
Yes. The doorbell rang. Thats the surprise. We both walked to the door.
At the door stood Reece, my ex-girlfriend. I really didnt want to see her right now but I gave
her a hug.
Reece was tall, blonde and built like a model. She turned heads wherever she went. I always
thought of her as beautiful, but now I compared her to Anita and sadly, I no longer found her beautiful.
Heard you got your heart broken? Reece said.
I nodded sheepishly as I shot Ellen a dirty look.
Payback for all the girls hearts you broke, Rusty, Reece said.
Fuck, Reece, I never meant to hurt anyone, and trust me, if I knew just how much it hurt, I would
have married every single one of those girls just to avoid hurting them.
Yeah, that would have been the answer. So, lets go get drunk.
Reece stayed for three days and I slept with her.
Maybe it will ease the pain, I thought. Maybe after fucking her, I will be totally over Anita.
But it didnt. The only way I could fuck her was to imagine she was Anita and after a bottle of
whisky.
By then I was too wasted to remember how it felt. I woke up the next morning hung-over and
feeling worse than I did in my entire life.
I needed to be alone, I decided, and boarded a plane for New York that same night. Away from
my family, away from Reece and her accusing eyes.
*****
RUSTY
Life wasnt the same in New York. I was unable to concentrate; I lost my desire to accomplish,
to win, to triumph over my competitors. Guess I just lost my drive.
Overnight, I hated New York. Hated the fast pace, the smut, the shallowness of people, the
pretentiousness of my upper-crust friends.
Whisky helped, gave me the solace I needed. Temporarily.
Smoking helped while away time, especially at 3 AM when I woke up and couldnt fall asleep. I
hadnt smoked in five years but now I was smoking a pack a day.
As much as I hated Anita, I could not get her out of my mind. I thought about her all the time. Saw
her in every tanned or olive-skinned women in New York, heard her voice all the time, heard her
beautiful laughter. Smelled her perfume.
Every time I saw an Indian woman or anyone with Anitas coloring, I hastened towards her only
to find it wasnt her.
She haunted me, my dreams. At times I wanted to find her and kill her, drag her by the hair, smile
as I squeezed the life out of her. Other times, I wanted to hold her tight and tell her thats its okay,
that no matter what her past was call-girl and shit-- I forgave her and that all I asked was for her to
come back to me.
That was so not me.
Women were never a priority with me. I lusted after and desired, but I never loved before. Anita
was different; I loved her and she deceived me.
It was as if she had died and I was grieving and the phase I was in anger.
I was livid.
While I was mourning the loss of my love, Queen Karisma had been calling. Well, her offices
had been. They threw exorbitant amounts of money my way. All I had to do was take her up on her
offer and resume my training with Prince Vijay.
It was no secret that she had taken a shine to me, and that Vijays training session were maybe a
lure to get me closer to her, but all of her wooing meant nothing to me. Woman always fancied me
because of my looks. But I was a professional and I never crossed that line.
However, Queen Karisma had become a friend to me. She eventually called and spoke
personally to me.
Be my guest at the palace, she said. Stay for a week and let us spoil you.
Ill think about it, I said. Of course I was flattered she was a Queen asking me to be her
guest. Who wouldnt be flattered?
Prince Vijay and Princess Henna are expecting a baby and we were having a huge party for
them. I would love for you to attend. Please say yes.
I was about to protest when I had an idea.
I could ask Queen Karisma for help finding the woman who had duped me. That was a brilliant
idea! She had all the resources at her fingertips and I knew that shed be more than willing to help.
Then and there, I decided I would resume my sessions with Prince Vijay, attend his babys party,
and eventually ask Queen Karisma for help with finding my elusive Anita. Then I would decide what
I wanted to do with Anita and her syndicate of liars.
I had finally found an answer and recognized an ally in the Queen of Asokastan. The relief I felt
made me feel free. I no longer loved Anita. I was over her. Finally.
Hot anger propelled me into motion and after a month of moping in New York, I got onto a plane
and returned to Asokastan. I needed answers and I was going to get them.
I was going to use my resources to find her and oust her. My most influential and powerful
resource Queen Karisma.
I returned to Asokastan where I had unfinished business.
END OF BOOK ONE
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six