Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY INDIAN WIFE: Love Finds Its Way: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Christian was talking to Jake, explaining to him everything since the beginning. “It was not like I was cheating on her or had no plans to tell her. I just never got the right moment.” Christian said.“When she woke up from the coma, I didn’t even wait for a day and invited Lia so that I could explain everything to her and get over this guilt but she was suffering from depression and how could I tell her ‘Mishka, I was in love with Lia and planned to divorce you right after our first anniversary, and get back with her, but I’m confessing this now because I have changed my plan.’ Christian sighed. “The level of insanity she showed on the island and later, I wasn’t even sorry for hiding this from her.” He said.Jake rubbed his face, taking a deep breath. “This is so unfortunate. I guess the foundation of your relationship was off beam since the beginning. You both started on the wrong note. Just like me and Jessica, both the times I got engaged to her under immense pressure from dad and

The year was going to change in ten minutes and the hopes were slowly dying inside him and he had no idea what to do with his life anymore when he heard the heels clicking behind him.Someone was coming close to him, the same wildflower fragrance engulfed him, his eyes shot up and he smiled taking a deep breath. “What are you doing here?” He asked, still not sure if his mind was playing tricks.“Is this how you welcome your wife?” The voice said from behind.Christian chuckled, turning, and he saw Mishka in blue jeans with a long white coat and a white beanie cap and she was walking to him in her high heels, a gorgeous dimpled smile was lacing her lips that were reaching her eyes, “Wife?” Christian gave a ridiculous look. “Whose wife? Nikhil?” He asked, and Mishka pouted.“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” She said while Christian stared at her with hands in his pocket, not sure if he was hallucinating again.“Are you really here?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows and Mishka smiled,

[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD]“Okay, now, I want to discuss something I’ve on my mind….” As Christian was about to complete, a house helper rushed to them.“Sir, we can’t seem to find Kiara anywhere,” She informed, and everyone panicked.“What?” Christian spun on his heels and faced the servant. “Where was she last?”“In the garage. She was checking out the cars and asked me to bring popcorn for her. When I came, she said she wants a smoothie….” Before she could complete it, Christian interrupted her.“How can you be so careless??” He shouted and turned to Danny. “Go check the cameras.” Everyone rushed in different directions to look for her, while Mishka froze beside Leo, pursing her lips.Leo caressed the back of her hand. “Don’t worry! She must be somewhere in the house.” He said, and Mishka nodded meekly. Luke and Vera check the terrace while Rony and Rose rushed to the west wing, fearing the worst. Eric, Aryan, and Daniel checked the rooms on the second floor of the mansion.Danny and M

I was sitting at the window of my room, holding my diary and was looking over the pilgrimages and devotees walking to the ghats for evening prayer, chanting Hail Shiva loudly. My days were filled with running from one doctor to another, one hospital to another and my night were spent on the wooden chair sitting beside Aryan, looking at his lifeless body on the bed, watching him breathing through the oxygen mask. My saving was running out. My teacher strictly told me they wouldn’t let me give the final year exams if I failed to comply with the attendance percentage. I lost my part-time job, as I failed to juggle between Aryan’s doctor appointments and my shift. Despite knowing that I might not appear this year. I tried to cover up the syllabus of final exams; I mortgaged our house and sold my mother’s jewellery to raise money for his costly treatment, but still, it was not enough. Sometimes, I wanted to go to my paternal house and ask my grandfather for financial help, but he never a

Christian changed into a pair of black chinos with a checked shirt underneath and wore a black sweatshirt. He was brushing his hair, looking into the mirror, when Mishka wrapped her arms around his torso. “Hey!” He said, clutching the back of her hand, and looking into the mirror.“Hey!” He heard her depressed voice and turned to take a look at her standing against the dresser. He could clearly notice that she was upset about something, and he pulled her close, holding her waist and their faces were inches apart.“What’s wrong? Why are you upset?” He asked her.“Why did you do all of that? No one does that for anyone!” She said.“Are you asking this to write in your book?” He arched an eyebrow and in return earned a smack on his biceps. He chuckled, looking at her expressions. “Okay, I desperately wanted you back, and I had absolutely no resolution nor patience and I did whatever came to my mind.” He said, and she stared into his eyes. “I wanted you back here with me.”“Why did you ne