Vivian’s POV:
I tap my foot rigorously against the hard floor as my eyes screen against Amoli. After my lovely day, I went home and waited for her so we could discuss the bad breaking news together.
Sometime around evening, she storms through the door, screaming: “Cut me off then paapa!” then she threw the phone across the living room. At that moment, I realize that someone may have had a worse day than me and that someone happened to be my roommate.
“Your dad is cutting you off if you don’t go back to India?” I question.
She nods, further pressing her face against her hands. “He wants me to go back and marry this guy,” she scoffed, rushing her fingers through her hair.
I lick my lips, feeling the hardcore beating inside my chest.
“I’m so happy you got this great paying int
