His Ex Mistress, His Enemy
“Don’t gossip about family near a hot stove. Karma can crawl in through the steam.”
“There it is, you’re just like your mom.” She tasted a sausage, nudged my shoulder, and added, “By the way, tonight we’re watching Saiyaaraa, okay? That new Indian movie that makes your heart feel like it got run over by a becak.”
“Saiyaaraa?” I turned, eyebrows climbing. “Sounds like a lotion brand, Miz.”
“Trust me. It’ll make you cry like you got ditched at the altar. There’s a strong heroine, the guy’s a jerk, there’s Alzheimer’s, a sandstorm, and of course a heavy-rain chase scene at a train station.”
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