“No, I didn’t ask for that,” I say.
Honestly, I don’t know why he brought that up. I just mentioned how kind and caring Ram was, but it had nothing to do with love, or me asking him to love me.
“But you suggested it.”
“All I’m saying is: he gives me the attention that I deserve, the attention I crave for. When you left me on the honeymoon, he was there to keep me entertained, when you didn’t think I deserved a job, he offered me one, when you didn’t think I was beautiful, he made me feel beautiful.”
“I see.” He walks into the room and locks the door behind him.
I’m just looking up at him, waiting for him to say something; he knows I hit the nail on the head. That was the truth. When he called me fat or suggested I had a little more weight than average, Ram thought I was sexy, now I kn
