[ Hey readers❤️ I know no excuse can make up for the fact that I didn't update for such a long time, but let's just say I was very invested in some personal problems. There were days I couldn't even get myself to stay collected, so it makes sense why I couldn't update. And I really can't promise regular updates in the future, but I'll try my best to update frequently in the coming days. Thanks for being around ❤️ ]

Next few days I kept a strict watch on Ishfar bhaiya. He would wake up everyday at around 3 AM when everybody was asleep, and in the pretence of having cigarettes in the balcony, he would talk to somebody in a hushed low voice. I pressed my ears to the door and heard him talking shits like "I love ya" and lot more typical stuffs. 

I honestly never cringed this hard. If my future husband is gonna be like this, I'd rather die unmarried. I'm serious. 

Tonight bhaiya caught me eves dropping outside the balcony. Thanks to my lucky stars, the fridge was right beside the common balcony and I pretended that I was out on some late night food hunt. I didn't look at him when he came out, rather opened the fridge door wide and took out the pistachio ice cream.

" Why are you up this late, Ahallya? " His voice was stern, full of suspect. It was around 4:15 AM on the clock.

" I was just feeling a bit hungry." I replied, my voice firm. I had somehow mastered the art of confident lying, a quality I wish I had before.

Ishfar bhaiya didn't say anything. He searched the fridge and left with a bottle of sprite. As he left, I received a message from Ayaz.

Ayaz Ahmed, 4:23 AM

You're online this late? 

I mute my mobile and type up a reply.

Ahallya Hassan, 4:24 AM

Was just keeping an eye on Ishfar bhaiya.

I checked the door of his room again. He obviously hasn't slept this fast, I should go to my room. It would be ugly if he re-appears again. Honestly, I haven't had a single good day since I saw Ishfar bhaiya.

Ayaz Ahmed, 4:26 AM

What was he doing?

I roll my eyes at the thought and wrote,

Ahallya Hassan, 4:27 AM

Same typical late night talks. He left with a bottle of cold drink, and I promise this is the last drink he'll be having at peace.

Ayaz replied 5 mins later.

Ayaz Ahmed, 4:32 AM

Night Ahallya. Sleep now, we've our classes tomorrow.

I mark the message seen and head towards my room. 

I take out my night clothes from the dresser, and suddenly, something falls on the ground. I turn on the lights and I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. 

It was a digital voice recorder. 

Ahallya Hassan, 4:38 AM

Ayaz are you there??

He had already signed out. I called him and he picked up after the 2nd ring.

"Sup Aha?" He already sounded sleepy.

"He knows," I reply.

"What?" His voice suddenly altered.

"He has a digital voice recorder in my wardrobe. He knows everything," my voice had started to break down.

"What next?" Ayaz said.

"We have to play it smart," I said, " Did you collect all the information about the girl?"

"Yes, she works in city bank. Her name is Fariha, and she lives in Banani," Ayaz said.

"Wait a minute," I said.

I walk towards the main door and place my ear at the bedroom door of Alisha apu. I opened the door slowly, and Ishfar bhaiya wasn't in the bed, He was in the washroom. I find his phone lying on the dressing table. It was locked.

I typed "Fariha" on the password and it opened. 

Oh, oh douchebag.

I quickly shift to message and type up a message to Fariha. I type up, 

"Hey Fariha, I have to say something important to you tomorrow. Meet me at Alisha's apartment, straight at 5 pm. For your information, I have divorced her."

I block her number so she can't ask him for confirmation. I also uninstall social media apps instead of blocking her so she doesn't suspect.I delete the chat and slowly leave the room.

I called Ayaz and said, "Tomorrow's the last day for this facade."