109. The One Where I See A New Him

"Suck in more," Kriti shouted from the back. Glaring at her and the artist, I sucked my breath to create space for the corset to be tied around my back.

As Aabha's assistant pulled the strings to tie the knots, I squeezed my eyes shut to ignore the stinging pain wrapping my abdomen.

"I told you to wear a lingerie corset beneath," The assistant grumbled, fumbling with the knots. "It would have been easier that way."

Glancing at the oval-shaped red skirt with a cut in the half starting from my hip to provide space for black ruffles, I tried to control my annoyance. Rich people. Rich parties. And here I had thought, I wouldn't be dragged into that part of my life anymore.

I had been avoiding them ever since, only attending where the whole family was invited. I never knew dating Kabir would be like dashing into that world again. I never knew he was part of the world I used to despise. I never cared about it. But as we were growing up, I realized we weren't teenagers and as adults, respons