MY INNOCENT WIFE

PART 1:
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.

visha:)