“He wasn’t being a…you know. He was just teasing her. And she wasn’t exactly being kind to me—saying that thing about me flirting with everyone.”

“Is it rude if it’s the truth?”

Kamila put her glass down. That was low. “Seriously, Rohan?”

“Look, I don’t know the extent of the relationship between those two, but clearly—”

“I know some. Anil is good friends with her former boss. Sounds like maybe Jana had a fling with the guy. She’s never mentioned any of this to you?”

Rohan paused. Maybe he did know something. “I’m not about to betray her confidence or gossip about my friends. But I will say that it was completely out of line for you to make that crack about her.”

Kamila gritted her teeth. “Of course you would take her side. Everyone thinks she’s Ms. Perfect and can’t possibly do anything wrong. And everyone thinks that I’m nothing but trouble and a disaster waiting to happen. You, just like everyone else, are completely blinded by Jana’s shine, and there is nothing you wouldn’t do for Jana the Great.”

His eyes flashed with anger. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? She’s my friend, and I support my friends. Just like I support you all the time. It’s no different. Why are you so bent out of shape that I’m helping Jana?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because once again I have to deal with her upstaging me?”

“How is she upstaging you by just showing up?”

“Oh, come on, Rohan. She thinks I’m a frivolous waste of space who only cares about Bollywood, my Instagram, and my hair. You say you’re there for me, but did you defend me when she made that crack about me? Or before when she claimed I’m too hollow brained for the incubator? Nope. Because you feel the same way about me. You claim we’re friends, but this friendship is nothing but your obligation to Dad, right? You humor me. You find me amusing. You put up with me in a fond-uncle kind of way. That’s not a friendship. I think you get off on scolding me. It makes you feel superior.”