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Sameer pov
I was lying on my bed staring at the white cieling with my headphones on. Naina had gone to pack some clothes in preeti's room. It had been a long time since she'd gone over there. I was awake as I was waiting for her to come to bed.
I changed the song and thought about tonight. I was questioned about my loyalty towards my wife and our marriage. I was questioned whether I was cheating with sunaina behind naina's back. Honestly I wasn't cheating with sunaina behind naina. It was just.... I hadn't broke up with sunaina yet even though I was married to naina.
I know it's too complicated! My concealed marriage came like a storm in my fucking life. It was so unexpected I didn't know what to do and how to tell sunaina, my family and to the world about it. I saw the pictures the paparazzi clicked sunaina and I while we were in bangkok. They did gone viral and there were hell lots of rumors rapidly spread. I hated this goddamn media. I was just hugging sunaina like friends normally do and hang out with each other. But paparazzi clicked our picture together and spreaded rumors about us.
Fuck it man! Sometimes I hated to be celebrity.
I played a romantic song and thought about my concealed accidental wife. I was damn glad she trusted me believed me and not that bullshit rumors. I thought she'd be a dumb girl but thankfully she wasn't.
Yeah, she was fucking shy but she was also fucking smart. I appreciated that of her.
I loved the chicken biryani and kheer she'd cooked for me tonight. She was a great cook, honestly. I mean I wasn't surprised because looking at her anyone could say she knew cooking.
I was rather blowed away because her cooking skills were marvelous. I bearly appreciated the chicks I dated in my past, so whenever I complimented her it always came straight from my heart. I meant what I said to her.
She was such a kind person who didn't deserve to be lied. Hell, she didn't deserve me at first place. I was such a mess of person till she agreed to marry me. I was a playboy as labelled by society and she was this pure holy women... Okay, A girl.
The door opened. My teen wife entered carrying a suitcase trolley.
I got down the bed, spotting my headphones on coffee table and took the suitcase from her. "Hogai packing?" I asked.
She nodded.
Her simplicity was a epitome of her beauty. I never notice it.. But I did now. She was actually different from the girls I dated in past.
"Aap soye kyun nhi? " She questioned after I returned keeping her suitcase in our walk-in closet. "Aap thak gaye hoge. "
"Tumhara intazar kr rha tha. "
Her cherry plump lips curved into smile.
A few of her chest nut brown hair strands fell across her face. She was about to push them back when I initiated. Her hairs felt like silk against my fingers as I tucked them behind her ears. She was so small and adorable staring at me with her gorgeous hazels. I never thought I'd will stare someone's eyes rather than my own. However, now I did.
