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My earlier mood of happiness of getting married to Heer slowly died a pathetic death after talking to my father's PA.
When Rakesh came to talk to me today, I thought it might be a wish or something from my dear old daddy.
But it came out as a threat.
My sperm donor and I have a long history which I don't want to delve into. This time he's pulling a shit in my marriage. I won't let it happen.
I open the door to my room to encounter Heer sitting before the mirror removing her accessories.
The storm clouds that has gathered above my head slowly clears at the sight of her.
She's a goddess.
My wife.
When she walked down the aisle today the whole world stopped around me. Everything was playing in a slow motion. She was breathtaking.
I wanted to fall to my knees and worship her then and there.
My thought comes to a halt when Heer sits there nervously.
"Everything okay?" She asks from her place. She must have seen the look in my face.
So I put on a neutral mask and nod, "Yes." I remove my jacket and lay it on the bed.
The room is decorated almost to the point of making me blind. I sigh.
"Why aren't you ready for bed?" I fold the sleeves of my shirt.
She tenses at my words.
"I-I..." She stumbles for words so I move closer to her.
"Yes?"
"You see, Shivi packed my dresses. So she hasn't packed anything that's comfortable for sleeping." She blushes not meeting my eyes.
Oh. Shivanya must have expected this night to be like for the normal couples. We are anything but normal.
"Okay. Can I lend you my clothes?" I ask, "No. Don't answer that." I say because I know she will refuse.
So I walk into my closet, I pick a plain white t-shirt and shorts.
"Here you go." I give her the clothes and she takes it.
She walks into the closet and comes after a few minutes.
My breath gets stuck at my throat.
My tshirt engulfs her frame as she walks in with her hair open and a make-up free face.
She's still wearing her chooda and mangalsutra. Her hairline parted with my sindoor.
She looks like mine.
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His Conditional Wife
Romance𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core. But when tragedy strikes, h...
