#3: The Third in the Picture

#3: The Third in the Picture

It started with a fragrance. Roohi had settled enough in the Mahajan family to know that her in-laws would consider such perfumes cheap, but it still lingered on her husband's suit. Then came the lipstick marks, and once even a love bite. 

A part of her begged her to look away, but the small part of her asked her, prodded her, and told her she deserved the truth.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"You don't get to ask me that," DJ snapped.

"If I am going to pretend to be your wife, at least respect me enough to tell me the truth."

"Yes." His sharp blue eyes looked into her brown ones, daring her to ask more questions.

"You have to be careful then, else they'll know too." She said and looked away, wondering who was the third one in this picture, her or the girl who's perfume lingered on her husband's suits.