Two days after the Eid incident, Samar came over. Sunday afternoon. Isha had cleaned herself up. Back to being Samar’s perfect mistress. His mangalsutra around her neck. No trace of Sahil. No evidence of that night. Except for the broken pieces of my face. The shattered pieces of my soul.

Samar arrived looking excited. “Dubai! Everything’s confirmed! Ten days! December 15th to 25th! Perfect timing! Christmas season! Everything magical!”