Ok , I can not deny it, I was immensely pissed off..
Unfortunately , it was not a nuisance negligible , it was real jealous type that eats you inside irretrievably.
As soon as I saw that bunch of roses in the arms of Khushi and she arranged to hide the note of the sender , I got even angry.

Who the hell could he be? It was not possible that she had so much depth of knowledge in Boston , she had just arrived . Maybe she had lied about not knowing anyone there. Or what?
I took a sip of my drink while looking for a logical explanation , but maybe it was not that question that I had to find an explanation.

What was happening to me ? It was not like me to react that way , it was not me attacking a person after such a short time . And being jealous , much less . The consequences of my crush began to be felt and were not altogether welcome with my mood .

"So Khushi, who send these beautiful roses? " Flirted my mother excitedly.
Khushi forced a smile . " A friend , a friend of ours ... Shyam . Greetings for the wedding. "

" Really very kind ." replied my mom.

The curiosity of my relatives disappeared as it had appeared , and returned to devote to the funniest stories about the past years. On another occasion I would have laughed with them , too , especially because they did nothing but make fun of my brother Akaash, but I was not in the mood . Not this time .

I sat in front of Khushi, so that my family was behind me and looked at her sideways.
Among us there should be no secret , for both our sakes and for my part perhaps for some other motivation.

" Why do you look so? " She asked , lowering her head .

"Because Shyam is my friend and not a friend in common." I told her

" I know," she said quickly , " but I did not know what to say."

" You lied to me , is not it ? " I asked.

" No, I've never lied to you Arnav."

"You should not know anyone here, how can you get red roses for you and on my parents' house ? " I asked.

It could be her boyfriend. Maybe she hasn't told me and that he had followed her from London to not leave her alone , just waiting for us to start the divorce proceedings . That thought made more angry .

" I do not know who did it. At this time I only know that I have to go away. "
"Away ? " I asked confused.
" In another city ." she replied back

"I hope you're joking " I hissed between his teeth so that others would not realize that I began to freak out .
" Do not worry, you did your job and I will pay you ." she said.

I grabbed her wrist and held her until I realized that I was hurting her . " I do not give a damn about the money, nothing! Let's go, we need to talk . "

Khushi looked around for a moment as if to impress upon her mind every face , every detail of that little party organized in our honor , from the brisk .

" Excuse us , but tomorrow will be a long day , but we promise that soon we will throw a party as it should." I told everyone

Among general greetings , kisses and pats on the cheek , both left through the crowd , stopping in front of the exit. Before I could open the door , Khushi stopped me.

"Wait ," she cried with too much emphasis .

She scratched her neck nervously and looked haunted .
"What should I wait? " I asked.

"We should ..." she said between her teeth.

" What are you talking about? " I asked, confused. " The sparkling wine made you talli ? " .
" Arnav." She looked at me with eyes full of tears. "Please ... " .

" What 's the matter? " .

Khushi sighed and bit her lip strong . " The sparkling wine made me talli, you're right . Let's go home . "

Khushi had become very strange and I was sure that the cause was that bunch of roses and why she would not tell me who the sender was ? There was a note ...

Before she was embarrassed but radiant , her face was happy, nothing to do with what she had now : dark , melancholic and maybe scared.

As soon as I opened the door, the cool night air hit my face giving me relief. Because of the temperature inside the living room, sparkling wine and anger , I felt hot and I started to sweat on the nape .

We walk to my car, stepping on the cobblestone driveway and Khushi took the opportunity to throw the bouquet of roses in a nearby trash bin.

Once inside, I turned on the radio at lower volume. The road was deserted and everything was still, only the lights were flashing .

The moon plain of a few nights was not there before , and the sky was dark and just , without stars . And even though I tried to think of something else , I had only thought inside my mind: my wife had another man. A boyfriend. They had come together from London and she had kept hidden for some absurd reason .

My mind was whirling unstoppable and the silence that Khushi continued to maintain, was not helping at all..

If she had not had secrets , if everything was lawful, she would not hesitate to tell me and narrate me what I asked .

I thought a lot. It could be that she was concocting some plan to seduce me - and in fact she was successful - to make sure I did not want more of her money , then she would run away with her accomplice, as soon as she got a Green card .

Or she was a thief , and having been to my house , she reported to her accomplice if it was a good shot rob .

I took a big breath of air and I accelerated the pace. Khushi was absorbed and watched the wedding ring, without saying a word , curled up on the seat next to mine.

I realized that I had it all wrong with her from the beginning . I had gotten involved by her simplicity, her beauty, and her sincerity ; well maybe on the sincerity of the people I had to work better.

I parked in my parking space numbered and got out. The garage was immersed in silence and some light was hanging intermittently. Our footsteps echoed all around me , and a shiver ran down my spine. I felt the need to turn around and make sure that Khushi was not going to hit me with some iron bar or a club .

" Why do you look so? " She mumbled ahead of me in the elevator.
"I wanted to make sure you were at my back " I lied.

As we climbed to the fifth floor of the building , the weight of our silence hung on my shoulders like a boulder. I never expected to have so little self-control.

" Arnav ... " .
" Yes ", I replied too quickly.
" This afternoon I decided to talk to you about " she hesitated. " One thing that concerns me, but then the phone rang and it was your mother ... and I lost the courage . "

I did not answer and I left her to go alone .

"I had decided not to talk about my past because I wanted to forget it. I thought without thinking at my past, life would have been much great, but I was wrong . "

I looked before the trill of the lift announced the opening of the doors.

She looked terribly distressed and guilty. The complexion of the face looked more haggard than usual but pat patched began to appear on the neck where she continued to scratch incessantly.

I would have slapped myself alone. Khushi could not be capable of evil deeds, and none of what I had thought. Probably she would have made even scruple to kill an ant , let alone to do harm to a human being ... or to me.
In spite of her character sometimes impulsive and always with the guard up ,she was the personification of an angel. Spotless. In her eyes I had never caught a glimpse of the negative feelings.

I reached out wrapping her side and drew her to me , kissing her hair.

She seemed just waiting because she pressed against my chest squinting .
She needed protection , someone who would give her comfort , a stable presence . A voice that said : it's okay Khushi.

I bowed my face as she stood up.

With my index finger I stroked the curve of the nose and her mouth.

"What are you hiding from me , Khushi? " , I asked in a whisper more thoughtfully to myself than to her.
Her warm eyes , rivers of hot chocolate , resting on my mouth and then wandered restless .

"Do not worry , I was not asking at you. You shall talk when you're ready . "I said.

"I've already decided to do it ... " . She uttered

" Well then ."

I put my mouth on hers and she taste of sweet, of wine. Maybe after drinking the champagne she had licked her lips.

I was expecting a tender kiss and comfort, because of the situation, but it was not.
After the first kiss, there was others kisses, they were rushing and they never enough , even though the air was not there.

" I ran away from home " she announced pulling me by the shirt collar.

"Why?" I asked.

" Because it was best for my family and me ."


I leaned heragainst the door, groping for the hole in the damn lock. Khushi kissed my neck , stroking my shoulders and I was doing everything not to tear her clothes off , out there . We lacked only that our neighbor Mrs. Khan see us again and then for sure that she would have complained for obscene acts in public.

The staircase light went out , leaving only the faint glow of the emergency lights above the elevator.

"Why?" I asked again refusing to find the lock. " Tell me why" .
" I had a boyfriend ," she panted in my mouth while my hands ran down her back.

"He doesn't love you ? " I asked.

" No, this is not the matter ."
I kissed her , biting her lips soft .

" He left you ? " .
"No".
" It has to do with roses and with the note ? " .

" Perhaps," she said in a groan.

The staircase light came on suddenly . I closed my eye lids in front of so many blacks dots that danced before my eyes .
Khushi still had her hands in my hair and I was damn excited.
I heard the sound of heels woman in the distance and then a female figure walking toward us.

" Oh shit " I said almost wincing .

My girlfriend , or ex, or the one with whom I had a kind of pause for reflection , walked briskly moving with feline grace her lithe body of a model. She kept her hands tight fists at her sides and her face was the picture of a lion that is about to go on the attack . Her black hair that fluttered around were similar to an aura of power.

" You wh*re ! " She yelled pointing a finger to Khushi. "Take off now your hands from my man ."