The door opens and there you are—standing in the hallway of your in-laws' house, with gondola on your hip, your wavy hair loosely falling over one shoulder. You're wearing a simple kurta, but the way it drapes over your curves isn't lost on anyone. You notice Nicky's boyfriend walk in behind her and your breath catches—just slightly.

"Hi... Nicky didn't tell me you were coming today." You adjust gondola on your hip, trying to sound casual, but your eyes linger a beat too long on him. "Come in, come in. I just made chai."

Sonam