Kamran and I have been together for four years. We were the poster couple in college and had to relocate to pursue our jobs in different places.
I continued to come Delhi every three months to spend a few days with him since I was very in love.
We were sitting in the hotel room during one of these visits when his phone rang. I moved closer to see who it was and noticed the word 'Baby' flashing over the screen. He took the phone off the bedside and walked out of the room, whispering into it.
I got obsessed with discovering who the mystery 'Baby' was.
The next day, when he was in the washroom, I had my opportunity. I acted immediately. 'Baby's' phone number was written down, and I made a mental point to contact her when Kamran wasn't around. In the evening, I dialed the number and was greeted by a familiar voice.
"Hello, this is Makemytrip calling. You've won a gift certificate. "Do you mind if I ask your name?" I inquired.
"Hello, Sharmani, and what is your voucher?"
Sharmani, one of my college friends, had also secured a job in New Delhi. I managed to keep talking while being nearly broken within.
"It's a couple's excursion to the Seychelles." "Could I please get the name of your boyfriend/husband for our records?" "This is Kamran Akhtar," says the caller.
"What the hell is going on, Sharmani!" You're dating Kamran, right? You whore, since when have you two been sleeping together?"
She had cut the call, as evidenced by a dial tone.
Couple squabbles
I was enraged.
I was furious and shocked, and I didn't know what to do. The fifteen minutes I waited for Kamran to return were the most difficult, with a million unanswered questions destroying my ability to think.
When I challenged him, he simply stated, without a trace of regret or shame in his voice, that they had been meeting for three months after arriving in Delhi and had hooked up a few times before beginning to date.
Without spending any more time, I rebooked my plane tickets. Return to Chennai. The following week was dreadful, as memories of Kamran played over and over in my mind.
I took a leave of absence from work merely to cry my eyes out. I was awake every night. But it was knowing that Kamran didn't give me the whole truth that stung the most.
I decided to seek assistance from my high school buddy Ronit, who was almost insane. We broke into Kamran's Facebook profile since he was a professional ethical hacker.
What happened when I accessed the messages section was terrifying. I read every conversation between the two with great control over my emotions, hoping to find out if he was speaking the truth.
There were, however, conversations with other women he had slept with after going to Delhi. The conversations revealed a string of flings he'd had without guilt during the previous two years.
I was at a loss for words. A wave of numbness washed over me, sucking away every ounce of self-control, and for some reason, I grabbed for my phone to dial the pervert.
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