The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The morning light streamed through the window, casting a golden hue over the living room as I settled into my chair.
Yesterday’s oddities still lingered in my mind. Meera and Ira, my little schemers, had been unusually quiet.
'Okay Ira is fine but is Meera yours' my inner voice mocked me.
Shut up and let me focus.
'Whatever makes you sleep at night '
I sometimes think if it is me or someone else. I should reduce my time with Aditya he has this stupid kind of brain.
So where was I ha..
Their smiles were too bright, their laughter too forced—it was a performance, and I was the unassuming audience.
But the pièce de résistance was Meera. Gone was the sarcasm, the playful jabs, the “Mr. Khadoos” that had become her trademark.
Instead, she was all sweetness and light, which was even more suspicious.
There is something cooking in her little brain.
Even this morning, her antics continued. As I reviewed my emails, she entered with a radiant smile that could rival the sun. She handed me a steaming cup of coffee and sat down beside me.
“Good morning,” she chirped, her voice unnaturally cheerful.
I just gave her a quick nod and muttered "morning", keeping my eyes on the screen. But she didn’t leave. Instead, she leaned closer, her energy practically buzzing.
“Suniye,” she began, “Aap ko pata hai aap jaisa iss duniyamein koi nahi hai aap jaisa buddhiwan shaktiman dayawan. Aap jaise log bahut kam hote hain.”
I froze, my coffee halfway to my lips. Meera, praising me? Is she talking about me I don't think so. Because the only word she calls me is 'Khadoos'.
This had to be a trap. Now I am sure there is something fishy.
"Ji aap hi hai vo insaan jo dyani hai,gyani hai, antaryami hai , swami hai, shaktiman hai buddhiman hai, arey mein toh kehti hu ki aap purush hi nahi hai"
I was almost on the verge of spitting the coffee but she corrected herself
"Mera matlab aap mahapurush hai" and chuckled nervously.
I shifted my gaze to her from screen to see how much she has in her and how long she can go on . As I shifted my gaze her smile widened, and she continued unabated.
“Sach mein. You’re not just a great boss but also an amazing husband and most importantly best dad .Hum sab kitne lucky hain ke aap humare zindagi mein hain.”
“Bas, Meera,” I interrupted, setting down my coffee. “Seedha bolo. Tumhe kya chahiye?”
Her eyes widened in mock innocence. “Mujhe? Kuch bhi toh nahi!”
