How could she hook up with Harry?
Despite Rachel's disapproval, my relationship with Harry remained unaffected. If there was any tension between Harry and me, it was because of our differing views on intimacy. Whenever Harry kissed me and wanted to take things further, I would stop him. It wasn't because I didn't love him. I was just conservative, believing that certain things should wait until after marriage. Each time I refused him, Harry would pinch my face and smile helplessly, as if to say he understood and respected my feelings.
Could he have cheated because of this?
From what I knew of Harry, he wasn't that kind of person. He was always patient and considerate. Maybe it was just a strange, unsettling dream, I tried to reassure myself.
However, as I glanced down at my wrist, I noticed that the bracelet my mother had given me had broken. The red sandalwood beads, blessed at the temple after my college entrance exams, were scattered across the floor. That bracelet had never come off, let alone broken.
An ominous feeling settled in my heart. Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from Harry.
"Little fool, it's your birthday tomorrow, didn't you forget it?"