“Oh, yeah? And what is your type?” “Your wife.” I feel a twinge of anger in my gut, a possessive feeling I didn’t expect. “Say that again?” Shahzad claps me on the side of my neck, still grinning. “You’ve changed, meri jaan.” I feel my politeness evaporate. “And you don’t want to know what this new change can do to your bones if you say some shit like that again.”
