Mute love

drive

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I plopped myself on the couch feeling so bored and alone. Adhya is in school. Mr. Singh has been in office for the past six hours. And the worst part is he will be there for seven more hours. Seriously, who the fuck goes to office at six in the morning. Is he having a special meeting today?
That's so boring.
I don't have anything to do here. I can make paintings but I do that everyday. Today I want to do something different. There is no fun. I pouted .
What should I do??
I grabbed the remote and changed the channel again. TV is also boring. It just makes us feel like those people on TV look so pretty everyday. And here I am,I rolled my eyes looking at myself.
Wait.
An idea popped up in my mind. Wow Anshu you are so intelligent.
I turned it off and immediately ran to my room.
I can pass the time by trying on some new dresses. That's actually fun. Whenever I used to visit Sara's place, we used to do this alot.
Honestly my Wardrobe is full of clothes I don't even know I own.
I grabbed the red Saree from the hanger which cost literally 38 thousands. I didn't know until I saw that price tag. I don't understand why people waste so much money over one product. I never knew this kind of thing existed until I met Adi.
Even Yash was very rich but he never spent lots of money on me. According to him, I was never worth it.
But People like Aditya really find ways to spend money.

I sighed,for now let's focus on yourself Anshu.
It's been almost a year since I tried Saree. I love to wear it. Let's try it today. I changed my clothes into blouse and petticoat before I started draping saree .
I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
Oh my god!!

Sorry to flex but I am looking damn sexy in this. Sara always says, my body is made for saree only. It fits me really well. And no doubt it's true.
I grabbed the hot red shade. It matches with my saree. I carefully applied it over my lips and applied some light makeup, and wore a simple pair of earrings. I decided to keep my hair open.
Damn. I look like a diva. I am not wearing anything other than mangalsutra in my neck. The blouse is backless. So my collarbone is clearly visible. For the first time I am simping on myself.
Suddenly I felt curious about the thought of Aditya. How would he have reacted if he was seeing me right now? He never saw me in a saree. I never got a chance to show him.
I blushed.

Let me send him a picture. I grabbed my phone from the bed to click some mirror selfies. But something popped up in my mind.
Why just a picture?
You wanted to do something different Anshika . Remember.

I flipped my hair over my shoulder with my left hand as I stepped inside his office building. I guess my day won't be boring. It's time to surprise my patidev. I could feel stares on me. Obviously they know I am his wife. It's been more than six months since we are married and I visited his office several times .
“ Good morning ma'am!! ”
“ Good morning Mrs. Singh” I smiled as they greeted me and walked further.

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Aditya pov

“ don't you think it's quite formal?? ” I asked,  scanning the designs my employee was showing me. They are gross.
“ But sir, I can't change this at last minute, we have meeting with clients in thirty minutes ”
I closed the file and dumped it on the table.
I lifted my eyes to look at him.
“ Not my problem!! ” I stated. Clear and cut.
“  Sorry!! ” he asked, confused .
“ I am sorry !! Either you are going to give me new designs in the next thirty minutes or resign. ”
“ How's that possible? ” he frowned.
“ Didn't you say you are confident about your designs when my assistant asked you to show them for confirmation? ”
I watched him gulp. I don't need overconfident people in my office , especially when their confidence is useless. And this newbie has dared to insult my assistant. I can't tolerate such shitty attitude.
“ Sir I… … ” his voice was interrupted by the opening sound of the door followed by the click of heels against the floor.
I averted my eyes to the door and my breath hitched. My grip tightened around the pen and jaw dropped. Holy shit.
The most unexpected person at the most unexpected time in the most unexpected way. My goddess. She is looking breathtaking in red. I swear.
She looks pretty in everything but in saree, she is the hottest. I can't take my eyes off her. Our eyes locked and she walked further and oh my fuckin god. I am dead by her gaze, by the waves of her locks , the way her waist swayed as she was walking. And lastly the rhythm of her anklet. I am done.
I shifted on my seat and I coughed before looking at my employee. I was going to tell him to leave but my eyes thinned in offence when I noticed where he was looking.
Fuckin bastard. His eyes were stuck on her. Get your eyes off my wife, idiot.
I knocked my fist on the table to gain his attention. But he is busy staring at my woman's bare waist .
I banged my fist on the table and shouted “ Mr. Shashaank!!! ”
He flinched and panicked “ Y… .. Yes sir… . ”
“ I need your resignation mail, right now!! ” I banged.
“ No… . Sir ple please I will try to make new de… .     ” he stuttered. He was going to be fired any way.
“ You can go!! ”
“ Sir… ”
“ I hate to repeat!!! ”
He chose not to argue. Good for him. He shouldn't have stared at her even after knowing she is my wife.
He left and again I shifted my eyes on her. I saw her tucking a hair strand behind her ear. She knew he was staring at her and she enjoyed my angre.
She gave a devilish smile before walking towards me. I watched her every move.
I gulped as she sat in front of me.
“ Are you trying to seduce me Mrs. Singh?? ” she raised an eyebrow poking her cheek with tongue from inside.
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