Mildly Married, Wildly Distracted
A novel about almost-affairs, unread messages, and the quiet horror of routine.
He’s married. He’s loyal. He updates decks and reheats dinner without complaint.
But then she appears—charming, unreadable, and seated two rows away on Zoom.
Inside his head, two voices won’t shut up.
Bhola, the obedient idealist, clings to vows, routines, and calendar invites.
Kalia, the uninvited anarchist, romanticizes eye contact and defends every moral failure as "just feelings."
What follows isn’t an affair. It’s worse.
It’s longing curated through late-night messages, silence, and imagined eye contact.
This is not a romance. It’s an inner audit.
Of guilt, temptation, and the small betrayals we almost commit—just enough to stay innocent, but never unchanged.