All Chapters of MY INDIAN WIFE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Christian offered his blue pen and Mishka started signing each document, but when she reached the last page, she stifled out a chuckle and Christian stared at her, knitting his eyebrows. “What happened? Is there something wrong?” He asked, gawking at her smiling face. Mishka exhaled deeply, signed the last page, and forwarded the file back in Christian’s direction. “Nothing, I was thinking that probably I’m the first and” She paused, glancing up at Christian’s face, “the last girl in the world who has signed her divorce papers before her wedding.” Christian’s hand stopped midway but then he slowly grasped the file from her hand. He opened his mouth to say something when Agatha knocked on the open door. “Madam, I brought you a tuna sandwich and fresh orange juice,” she smiled, gesturing at the tray she was holding in her hand. “I didn’t ask for anything,” Mishka answered, looking at Agatha, puzzled. “I asked her to bring,” Christian answered for Agatha, but Mishka didn’t turn her fa

“Mishka, the jeweller is waiting for us in the garden, you have to choose a wedding ring for Chris, so finish your breakfast and join me in the garden!” Rose left Mishka with Jennifer. Mishka was looking down at her plate and was in no mood to eat. She occasionally took a sip of soup while Jennifer was glaring at her the whole time. “What do you think? You will become the queen of this house?” Jennifer sneered, raising an eyebrow, but Mishka didn’t look up at her and focused on her soup. Jennifer narrowed her eyes. “Let me burst your bubble. Nothing like you've dreamed is ever going to happen for real. I still take important decisions in this house.” Jennifer said, slamming her fist on the table. Mishka slowly looked up at Jennifer through her curled lashes and smirked. “Are you mocking me or yourself?” She asked, and Jennifer riled up. “What did you just say?” Jennifer asked, her face turned red, and she was boiling in anger. Mishka rose from her chair. “I don’t like repeating my

~ Mishka ~ I always wanted to see London Bridge, not just in the picture but with my eyes. It was just one of the silly dreams of a girl who never even stepped out of her small city and never imagined her life taking an unusual twist, throwing her off guard. Standing at the siding of the bridge, Jake and I were chatting about our lives and other normal stuff when he received an urgent call from someone and excused himself. Now standing alone, I looked down at the Thames river. It was as calm and soothing as the river Ganga in Varanasi. Watching the river or sea always soothed my stressed nerves. The serenity of clear water gives me peace of mind, and today, exactly after hundred hours later, I am breathing peacefully under the blue sky. But from inside, I was scared! I was scared thinking about tomorrow. I don’t know what will happen next in my life! I don’t know what kind of havoc will this marriage bring to my already complicated life, but in all the chaos, I get courage whenev

Rosella’s Bride Studio, Rony showed up in the black Mercedes to pick them. He stepped out in a royal blue suit from the driver’s seat and walked towards the studio. But his steps halted when he saw Rose walking in his direction wearing a light blue shimmery gown, holding her dress a little high to avoid tripping. “Someone is looking stunning today!” He complimented, and Rose blushed. She walked to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks, honey! I’m glad you still find me stunning after all these years.” She answered, giving him her best smile with her arms around his neck. “Where is Mishka?” Rony asked, and Rose turned to look at the door of the studio. “She was following me…. I don’t know. Let me go back inside and check.” She said, clutching her dress again. “You sit inside, I’ll check.” Rony stopped Rose, and she nodded her head, opening the door of the back seat. She sat inside the car and found Daniel in the passenger seat, wearing a dashing black suit with a grum

At the Church, From family members to relatives to high-profile elite class guests, everyone present in the church gasped in shock, witnessing Vera’s appearance at the entrance. It stunned the guests to see Vera Luke Knight after almost seventeen years. Wearing an off-white long gown and sitting quietly in her wheelchair without any expression on her face, Vera was radiating elegance and royalty. She was looking straight at Mishka and Christian while Pasha pushed her wheelchair down the aisle, and soon she was seated beside Leo in the front row. “Why did you bring her here?” Jennifer glared at Pasha. “Because she is Christian’s mother, the real Mrs Knight. The most deserved one amongst all of us to witness this wedding!” Pasha replied in the same tone she had used before. “But…” Jennifer tried to argue, but Luke stopped her. “The ceremony is about to commence. Just be quiet, Jennifer. Don’t create any scene.” Luke said in a low pitch. He was now worried about Christian’s reactio