One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘See you in an hour for dinner,’ he said and ran ahead. Soon, he disappeared into the sand and
green foliage of the island.
I went back to my room and showered. I opened my suitcase and took out a white flowing
dress with a floral print. It seemed perfect for an island resort dinner. The dress had a deep neckline;
I wore a bead necklace to cover it. I applied make-up, and created a smoky effect around my eyes. I
realized I had not dressed up to look good since my New York days with Debu. Also, I noticed the
name ‘Debu’ didn’t sting as much anymore. I applied perfume and translucent strawberry lip gloss. I
looked at myself in the mirror one final time. If I made an effort I could look nice.
Will he like how I look? The question floated in my head. Mini-me scolded me, He may be
friendly, but he’s still a partner, and married. Get it?