“So, has he proposed as yet?” Jahaira asked her younger sister.
“You know very well that he hasn’t or I’d be wearing an engagement ring, wouldn’t I?” Sarika replied irritably.
“There’s not need to get snippy with me. It’s not my fault that he hasn’t asked you as yet–if he ever asks you.”
“What do you mean by if? Don’t you think he will?”
“To be brutally honest, no I don’t think Trishan will ever ask you to marry him.”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“He has told you more than once that he isn’t ready to get married.”
“Yes, he has but that could change.”
“When? You and he have been dating for four years now. When is he going to change his mind and marry you? How long are you going to wait for him to do that? What if he doesn’t change his mind? What are you going to do?”
“I love Trishan and I’m not going to give up. He will ask me to marry him when he’s ready.”
“Are you sure that he loves you, Sarika?”
Sarika’s mouth tightened. “Yes, I’m sure. Why don’t you think that he does?”
“I don’t know but I hope for your sake that he does.” Deep down inside she didn’t believe that Trishan loved her sister. She had observed them together on several occasions and she sensed that Sarika’s love for him was not reciprocated.
“Did you and Daivat love each other before you got married?”
Jahaira stiffened. “I don’t want to talk about Daivat.”
“If Trishan were cheating on you, would you want to talk about it?”
“I’m sorry,” Sarika mumbled. “I can’t imagine what you must be going through.”
“And I hope you never do.”
“I don’t think Trishan would ever cheat on me.”
“I didn’t think that Daivat would cheat on me but he did.”
“Do you have any idea why he was cheating on you?”
“He tried to tell me but I didn’t want to hear it.”
“Is he still seeing her?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.”
Sarika could tell that her sister was hurting. “Let’s not talk about this anymore,” she said. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“Will you stay for dinner? Kaasni would be happy to see you. She went to the movies with her friends but should be here anytime soon. I’ve invited Darain to join us. You remember him, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” Darain was a friend of the family’s. His father was from Mumbai and his mother was from Lahore. He was born and lived in Mumbai before recently moving to London.
“He’s always asking about you.”
“Isn’t he married?”
“No. He’s still single. So, will you stay and have dinner with us?”
“Yes, I’ll stay.” She didn’t have any other plans. Trishan was visiting his aunt. And it had been a while since she had spent anytime with her sister and her niece.