“He took the diamonds back,” Chandini told me, “The last time I visited him, he told me to give them to him so he could keep them safe while we were out and about, but then he just “forgot to return them” and broke up with me.”
She pulled out a box of cigarettes from the Louis Vuitton handbag that lay on the floor of her plush, glitter-themed apartment in Delhi and lit one using the miniature blowtorch on her mantle.
“I’ll get him back, at least for six months so I can sort out my financial situation,” she said, flicking ash into a pink crystal bowl, “But I don’t think I will ever get those diamonds back, you know? It’s such a shame losing those, vital to my financial security.”

