Delhi, Monday 16^th July 2012

"Khushiji, you wouldn't."

"You don't want to risk it now do you?"

"What do you have to gain?" he tried to negotiate with her.

"What do I have to lose?"

"She would be devastated."

"You don't need to worry about that."

"I wont do it. And you don't have the guts."

"I wont think twice before I make you swallow a couple of these bullets. Trust me. You will divorce her and then you will tell your first wife the truth. And I will help her take you to court and make sure you are locked up forever. Either that, or you eat these bullets. I am giving you a choice, because I am in a good mood."

The cold fury in her eyes shook him to the core.

"What about the baby?"

"Whats her name Shyam? Since you are so concerned about her, WHAT IS HER NAME?"

He floundered. "I know where Arnav is. I will kill him if you do anything to me."

"What do you think I am? Stupid? You don't have the brain capacity to have kept Arnav for this long. You don't know anything about Arnav. You have till tonight Shyam, to break it off with Di."

She mounted the bike and rode off. She had found the red Kawasaki in Arnav's garage. It had taken her a little time to get the hang of the gears, the posture and weight but had managed well. A bit different to her scooty, but it rode like a wild stallion.

Barbados Monday 16^th July 2012

"Well you could start your own fashion brand here?" Sean suggested

"I hate fashion. Have you seen what I wear all the time? Fashion was Di's baby. She was the designer. You know that Sean!" Arnav thought back to his time in college. Business was his game. He could pick up any idea and churn a profit out of it. His sister had an eye for fashion from a very young age. She had even done her degree in fashion design from London.

Her love for textiles and passion for design had spurred him on to start AR. AR was always Anjali Raizada Industries.

"Yeah why did she stop?" Sean enquired genuinely interested,

"After marrying that spineless good-for-nothing worthless piece of cockroach shit, she became a content housewife. At first I used to think she was just taking a break, enjoying being married and then I thought she busy trying to help him set up their own home but then slowly she became more comfortable with a damn puja plate than she was with her pencil. That man has taken too much away from her."

"But why do you even want to do anything? Its not like you need the money" Sean wildly flailed his arms about indicating the plush interior of the room they were seated in. "Dude you even have a butler!"

"Its not the money. I need to do something with myself. Waiting for her to get her, without even knowing if she ever will is not good for my sanity. Plus I have substituted a good strong coffee for a good strong martini – and that is never good!"

"yeah, rum woulda been better. You can work as a bar tender at my club for a while?"

"The Beach Shack?" Arnav laughed and Sean joined him.

"You'd lose all your customers."

"On the contrary, I was gonna sit at the bar and reel the women in while you made us drinks. I would boss you around, and they would be impressed. I could be a sugar daddy"

"F*** off Sean."

"With pleasure, you think Maria would be up now?"

"Diving."

"Sorry?"

"I could be a diving instructor."

"You could."