I look at the wall clock. It's 5 :30 pm. So it must be noon in London.
I take a deep breath and call Navika.
She doesn't pick up on the first ring.
I call again.
I know she doesn't want to speak to me. Same here. But I have to. No option.
"Hello?" She finally picks up just as the phone is about to disconnect.
"Navika, Sumedh here," I say.
"I am busy Sume..."
"Where is Navya?" I cut her, coming straight to the point. There is no use beating around the bush.
She takes a pause.
"I can't tell you. She asked me not to," she says.
I can feel my blood begin to boil. Who does she think she is?
"I am her husband. I need to know where she is," I say, clenching my jaw, trying to control my anger.
"Oh really? You have the guts to tell me that after what you have done? I know what has happened Sumedh," she says through gritted teeth.
She is the last person who I would wish to hear from about knowing my affair.
