Page 34 of Lawfully Yours
“Guys,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I get that you two are at war, but can we please not do this right now? I could really use some help.”
Arundhati composed herself instantly.
“What happened?” she asked.
Anant ran a hand through his hair before finally speaking.
“Sadhna messaged me this morning,” he said, his voice edged with disbelief. “She wants to meet. In private. At her house.”
Both Arundhati and Kushal stilled, their gazes snapping to each other for a brief moment before turning back to Anant.
“Why now?” Arundhati demanded. “She wants a divorce. She’s dragged your name through the mud, accused you of abuse, and painted herself as the victim in front of the entire media. So why does she suddenly want to meet you alone?”
Anant shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “She just said she really wants to meet me once. But whatever it is, I know it’s not for reconciliation.”
Kushal was calm, unlike Arundhati.
He studied Anant for a moment before asking, “What do you want to do?”
Anant hesitated.
“I… I think I want to meet her,” he said finally. “See what she has to say.”
Arundhati’s head snapped up.
“Absolutely not,” she said firmly. “That’s a terrible idea, Anant.”
He frowned.
“Why?”
“Because the case is already in court. And the way Sadhna has tarnished your reputation, you shouldn’t be giving her any more power over you. You meet her privately today, and tomorrow? She could twist the narrative again, saying you tried to threaten her, coerce her, or worse.”
Kushal finally spoke.
“I think every marriage deserves a chance to rectify.”
Arundhati turned to him instantly, not missing the underlying meaning in that statement.
And he knew she caught it.
“Not every marriage deserves another chance,” she shot back.
Something flickered in his gaze, but he masked it quickly, turning back to Anant.
“I’m with you,” Kushal said smoothly. “If you want to meet her, the call is yours.”
“I can’t believe you’re supporting this,” she hissed.
“I’m supporting this,” he clarified. “But that doesn’t mean we’re going to do this on Sadhna’s terms.”
Anant looked at him, confused.
“What do you mean?”
Kushal leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.
