Anjali Oberoi fells in love with her bestfriend's brother but he already has a girlfriend. She thought of moving on but it becomes hard for her because destiny keeps bumping her into him. In this blunder she meets her work partner again in a wedding...
I was brushing my hair being lost and made a note to ask him what is truth? Talking is much better than making stupid assumptions which will only prove wrong. I felt his hand taking away brush from my hand. He brushed my hair while I smiled at him.
" You look lost. Want to talk, babygirl? I am always here to answer. Even if it's a minor insecurity." He said with concern and I smiled.
Now someone tell me how can I hate him. He is such a pookie. The best husband ever. The best life partner one can ever ask for. I thought of messing with him a bit. No way I am going to talk about those photos and my stupid brother-in-law's stupid manipulating words right now. I will ask him afterwards. It may spoil his mood and I won't ruin my pookie hubby's mood at all. NEVER.
" I was thinking if angels came to earth who are hard to neglect. Just a look at them and one will fall in love. They all want you then who would you choose me or them. You know you are getting so many beauties. They are extremely beautiful." I said and he back hugged me.
" You, baby. No one else. Are you having second thoughts about your beauty? No angels can beat you. They may be angels but you are my goddess. I need no extremely beautiful beauties because your beauty surpasses it. And about look? My look is only for you. My eyes will search your sight even between those angels." He said kissing my shoulder.
Didn't I said if husband is like him no insecurity could cloud me. But am I going to give up messing up with him. No. A big fat NO.
" But why are you even anywhere near them?" I said stern while laughing internally as his face turned to a scaredy cat.
" You. made. Me. Land. In. this. situation. It's. because. Of. you, kitten." He pecked my cheeks with every word making me giggle.
" Messing with me, huh..." He tickled me while I giggled uncontrollably.
" Ok...Fine...Stop...Please..." I said laughing and he stopped.
I was about to loose balance but he pulled me towards him while I breathed heavily catching my breathe. My cheeks were flushed pink and he squished my cheeks looking at me lovingly. He turned me and himself filled vermillion in the partition of my hair.
As I was wearing an Anarkali dress, he arranged bangles accordingly for me. Such a green forest. Oh! My poor heart. He changed my earrings. He even applied a bindi between my eyebrows. He checked if I am wearing his given anklets or not. I will never take it off, hubby. It needs to be cherished as you gave me that. I smiled. He tied the strings of my Anarkali. I stood up and twirled for him with a smile while he chuckled.
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A servant knocked on the door. Aniket opened the door. It was a male servant. He looked at me and smiled bowing to me. Aniket cleared his throat and he looked down immediately with fear. No male servants meets my eyes or looks at my face. They just know how I look but they are not allowed to look up at me. If they want to ask anything they look down at floor while talking. Wondering why? Well the reason is already hiding my figure with his well-built one. He and his possessiveness.
