Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Recipes
- Starry Fuzzy Fizz
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Also by Farah Heron
- 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?”