A few nights later, Anika couldn’t resist. Ira had texted her about another wild night at the club, and the thrill of sneaking out again was too tempting. She didn’t tell Raj. She slipped into another tiny black dress — even shorter and sluttier than before — and escaped through the window while he was busy with work.

Raj found out within an hour. One missed call. One quick check on her location. His blood boiled with jealous fury.