Back Kamila Knows Best
Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Recipes
  34. Starry Fuzzy Fizz
  35. Acknowledgments
  36. Discover More
  37. Author’s Note
  38. About the Author
  39. Also by Farah Heron
  40. Praise for Farah Heron

He’d been so protective of Jana lately. Mysterious chats. Spending time with her. Dinners. He knew things only Jana could have told him. Jana had been in his apartment—somewhere even Kamila had never even been.

Would Rohan kiss Kamila when he knew Jana was pregnant with his child? Earlier today she wouldn’t have thought he was capable of that. But the last hour had given her a proper education on the limits of men’s terribleness.

Kamila felt like throwing up. “No…” she whispered.

Asha cringed. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what’s been going on between you two since—”

“I…think I’m going to be sick,” Kamila said. “Rohan and Jana are having a child.”

Asha recoiled. “What? Did I say Rohan? Wasn’t he at your house for dinner? How could he be at the clinic at the same time?”

Kamila frowned. Right. “My brain hadn’t gone that far yet.” It wasn’t Rohan. She exhaled, relief washing over her. She was still incredibly angry with him, and she had no intention of being friends with him anymore. But she wouldn’t have been able to deal with him having a child with Jana. That would have been too much. “So, who is the father?”

“Anil,” Nicole said. “Anil Malek is the father.”

Kamila’s jaw dropped. That was…monumentally unexpected. “Anil? Are you serious?”

Asha nodded. “I’m sorry, Kamila. I mean, I know things have been weird for you lately, and maybe you thought you and Anil could have something after that whole mess with Rohan.”

Of course. Kamila wasn’t really into Anil…but how would anyone know that? Especially since she’d been flirting with the man so much at Bollywood nights.

Kamila felt like a fool. Anil had flirted back. Was he playing her?

“This sucks,” Kamila said, lifting the puppy back up. Potato promptly starting eating the tissue in her lap.

“I’m so sorry,” Asha said.

That snapped Kamila out of it. “Asha, no. Don’t worry—I’m not, like, heartbroken or anything over Anil. I’m not interested in him like that.” She frowned. “Did you think I was talking about him when I got here? I’ve only known Anil for a few weeks.”

“I thought there was a chance, and…So there is nothing going on between you two?”

Kamila shook her head. “I was flattered by his attention, and maybe I was subconsciously trying to make Rohan jealous…” Whoa—make Rohan jealous? Where did that come from…? Kamila put it aside to examine later and got back to this bombshell. “I shouldn’t have flirted with him so much in front of everyone. Him, too. I could tell that Anil never wanted more, and neither did I. But we are…were friends. Also, holy carrot cake, Anil and Jana are together? Like secretly having a baby together together?”