The drinks had melted the night into a warm, dizzy haze. Dimple leaned against the bar, holding a glass she didn’t remember ordering, the music pulsing through her like a second heartbeat. Her lipstick was smudged, her cheeks flushed with heat. Around her, the club swirled in a blur of lights and bodies, and she felt both untouchable and adrift.

Just a few hours ago, Dimple had walked in on her boyfriend fucking another girl. They were both completely naked, limbs tangled, the girl’s ...