My Little Wife

The night

Annika

With alta (red liquid) on my hands i was moving towards the wall when suddenly my feet stumbled in the skirt and i lossed my balance. Because of this accident my hands directly came in contact with Mrs. Oberoi' s face.

Good way to go.

I was shocked and quickly apologised to her.

"Opps!i am Sorry Aunty. " I said feeling guilty.

Well looking at her face i wanted to laugh out loud but stopped myself from doing so. She was looking hilarious and her make up was all ruined.

She looked at me furiously.

"Don't call me Aunty. Do i look like one to you. " She said

I am sure she is gritting her  teeths with anger. Well she is an aunty. I am 20 and she is in her 40's . So technically she is a aunty.

"Yes." I said as matter of fact.

"I am too young to be called Aunty. We look almost of same age. " She said proudly

I gasped. I think she is drunk.

"Then what i am supposed to call you. " I asked surprised.

"You can call me sassy. You know i am your saas (mother in law) and you are modern girl like me so Saas is old fashion." She said smilingly

Is she in her senses. Is she really Shivaay's mom ? No way.. I am not going to call her sassy. It sounds yuck.

"You are Shivaay's mom. It would look odd. " I said softly

"She is not my real mother , Annika. Dad remarried after my mom died. " Shivaay said with  emotionless face

Oh! Now i understand why she looks young. Thank god! She is not his real mother because i seriously think she needs mental help.

"But Shivaay loves me more than his mother. Me and Shivaay shares a very friendly relationship. We behave like friends, you know and that is why Shivaay calls me Mrs. Oberoi as calling me mom would make our relationship odd. Though i would love if he will call me mumma, i like him to be a mumma' s boy. " She said explaining me

Well! Whatever. I can't call her sassy. Even Shivaay call her Mrs. Oberoi.

"So i will also call you Mrs. Oberoi than. " I said simply

"No. You can't, i am your mother-in-law. Call me MIL instead. Short form of Mother In Law. " She said sweetly

Mil... Like seriously. Which mil? Sugar mill, cement mill, wheat mill, shit mill.. Opps! There is no shit mill.

" I call you Mrs. Oberoi, she will also call you same. End of discussion. " Shivaay said closing the discussion.

He came towards me and holded my both hands from behind.. We are in back hugging position now. He slowly dipped my hands in the alta again and kept them on wall.
I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I felt tingling sensation all over my body. Soon we pulled away leaving my handprints on the wall.

"All done Mrs. Oberoi. " He asked boringly

"Ye-yes." She shuttered

"Let's go, Annika. " He ordered me.

Holding my hand he moved towards the hall, it was huge and beautiful. We were soon walking in corridors and than stopped abruptly as soon as we heard someone calling "Shivaay Sir". We looked around and i saw a man of 6 feet tall man with a huge body built .