"My dad sucks, you shouldn't really get on his bad side, I feel". I nodded. Ali and I shared an eight year relationship together, and even worse, he loved me more than anything in this world. But I? What had I done? Like my friend Adwaith who didn't believe in commitment, I was doing the worst thing with every visit to his house. He invited me for dinner and I invited meals for his father. Yes, I was fucking his dad. Mr Mehra. The CEO of Metube, the biggest video streaming application in the world

"You guys are made for each other" "I know right! How cute!", squealed another. The cliche made me sigh. I gave a pretense of a grin, as my typical husband smirked and said no more. The aunts who had to gossip continued. This arranged marriage was for benefits; that I kept telling myself. My dad who stood a few meters away hadn't taken his eyes off my gaze, and was not enjoying this glorious engagement function as much as me. I knew what to do. This marriage was so made for each other. Because I was made to kill him. And he? To love me.