MY INNOCENT WIFE
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Madhu looked at herself in the mirror and probably for the first time in her life, she blushed. Okay maybe not for the first time ever. She was bold, tough, independent and not anything like those demure touch-me-nots of her college that giggled all day discussing clothes and boys.
for a second she was stunned. She looked pretty. She really did. She had never imagined she could look like this. Her white and red lehenga, her simple but elegant jewelry - was this really the girl who couldn't bother what she wore as long as it was a T shirt and jeans. Until today, she never thought she could ever look pretty .
She was standing a few feet away, savoring some snacks when their eyes met. "Come here" Rk gestured. she nodded her head and walked up the stage.
"I am getting bored. Don't leave me alone."
"Oh...is that so? In that case, I am never leaving you alone." she smiled and sat next to RK on the stage. "So...nervous..?" she winked.
"No yar. Just getting bored. There are so many people here and I have to be polite to all uncles and auntys."
"He he. You can't escape that today. SHE said holding RK's hand.
Madhu entered the hall . She didn't care, she just wanted to get in as soon as possible - she had already been waiting for two hours. Still, she tried to move as fast as she could without appearing too keen. Her eyes searched for the stage, trying to get a glance of her RK.
Eventually, she got a clear line of sight through the crowd. There he was. And then her heart stopped. All his attention was on her and he was holding her hands.
Madhu's smile disappeared. She lowered her gaze again, fighting back a sudden tear. But the the sight of the girl in her red saree on her seat sitting next to her RK, holding his hand and laughing with him, it stinged her.
Not today.
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Tumhari Pratiksha | ✔
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#2 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝑲𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 ? 𝑰𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊,𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊-𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝒆𝒌 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊..... He is smart. She is intelligent. He loves to scare people. She is the boldest. He tries to insult her. She knows how to talk back. "Ab yeh kaun si nayi drama queen hai?" "The girl you just spilled coffee all over."He blinked, finally noticing the giant coffee stain on her white kurti. Oops. He bit back a laugh. "Arre yaar, it's just coffee. Relax. I'm sure you've got a washing machine at home. "Haan, aur mere paas tumhe tapakane se rokne ka patience bhi hai."She said. "Careful, fresher. Tumhe shayad pata nahi main kaun hoon."He Warned her. She crossed her arms, her lips curling into a smirk. ******************* "Move." "Excuse me? Did you just...." "I said, move ." "Oh, I'm sorry, your highness, but last I checked, yeh footpath tumhare naam pe nahi hai." "Footpath? Yeh mera shortcut hai. And you're standing right in the way." "Shortcut? Tumhare ego ka bhi shortcut hai kya, jo har baat pe itna inflated rehta hai?" "Wow, full attitude, huh? Freshers aaj kal kaafi daring ho gaye hain." "Attitude nahi, confidence. Tumhare jaise logon ko samajh aane mein thoda waqt lagta hai." "Haan? Aur tumhe samajhne mein kitna time lagega ki main yahan ka..." "King? Oh please, get in line. Tumhare jaise 'kings' ko main roz handle karti hoon." "Handle? Tum mereko handle karogi?" "Haan, ek baar tu hatega, toh dekh lena kaise karte hain. But for now, you're blocking my way." "You really think you can just..." "I don't think. I know , I can . Ab side ho, ya tumhari ego ke saath main tumhe bhi utha ke hata doon?" ".......Are you serious?" "Dead serious " "Tumhari akal agar thikane nhi lagayi na toh mera naam bhi.............
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