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"Hmm. But you could have talk him once" "Never!! The person who didn't thought of visiting his wife once inspite of coming India, evey fucking six months. In fact , he didn't even thought of calling me once knowing his so called wife aka Mrs Shergill is alive or not. And you, being his employee defending him here saying why didn't I called him once. I won't and never. And moreover, why should I" She spat angrily and advanced marching out of the villa when his voice halted her speed.

Thay report came close and introduced herself " Hi.!! I am Dimpy. I am working for the Times of India newspaper businesses forum. Nice to meet you, miss..... ?? " " Nice to meet you too. Miss Dimpy. . And I am his wife not girlfriend nor fiancee. " With that, she shook her hand with Dimpy and held Vikash's hand tightly. With a fake smile, she was looking at Dimpy and secretly pinched Vikash's arm tightly. Becoz of her pinching, he can't control pain and hissed. .." What are you doing? Sannu. ?"

What is all this happening with me? I don't know when we land in India and when we do, I hurriedly bid Akshit goodbye and reach my house, finding my wife in a saree with a beautiful smile on her face. What happened to her suddenly? When she sees me, her face turns beetroot red and she runs in my arms and hugs me tightly. What the fuck is happening here? And then finally she leaves me and looks at me with those beautiful sinful eyes and whispers with shyness, "You are going to become a dad..."

However, her face seemed familiar. "Won't you introduce me to your wife, Darsh?" Her sight finally shifted to my husband, who appeared slightly troubled with that question. Although as his orbs voyaged to me and he stated, "She is Anannya Agarwal," his distinctive poker expression resurfaced. "She works as a model for our company." "And this is Khushi Sinha, my wife." As Darsh finished talking, I recalled viewing her on the banner of a jewellery advertisement. That explained why her face looked familiar to me. I had a hunch she could be a model, depending on her appearance.

Abhimaan put one leg on the other and kept his head on the chair leaning back and said in low dangerous tone while curling his hand in tight fist under the table "The one you are asking me to return is not your sister Janhavi Mathur, my wife Janhavi Abhimaan Rana Pratap Singh so throw the thought of taking my wife away from me out of your mind because it can never happen. She is my wife and she will be with me till my last breath” Hearing him Atul lost his control on his anger and got from the chair pushing it back. He banged his both hands on the table “Take advantage of the compulsion of her father to take a sign from that girl on a paper without her knowledge, you do not become her husban

I didn't know their names and they were calling me as if we've met before. "You look beautiful" "Thank you" "Lily and i were just strolling by and saw you with Mr. Adams. Do you know him?" Meddlers. It dawned on me that not so many people knew i was Rowan's wife. "No. He just happened to give me a lift" "I heard he's married. She must be very lucky. I heard the girl's an indian" "No. From England" The other challenged. "You know nothing. Go and check online"

- Of course my wife Riley. - Your wife sir? he asked with a strange voice. - Yes my wife, she is working at the company and she is a low-position screenwriter and no we are not allowed to help her in any way. Riley heard him and her eyes were sparkling and she could see that he really listened to her and respected her decisions. - Of course sir. Jack responded. - Thank you, Jack. Riley grabbed his wheelchair and went toward the exit. They sat in the car and at that moment he decided to kiss her.

What chance has a Martian of understanding an earthling? I can tell you about my life in a couple of sentences. It has been very simple, very ordinary. I still have the same husband and we have three girls. It’s funny, most Indian men want boys, but my husband only ever wanted girls, and that’s what we’ve got. King was right, he’s a good and honest man. And his plastering is a little bit better than yours.

Who are you ? "Our car broke down, it was getting dark we want a place to stay , please help us": Viren requested him. The village man adjusted his specs and keenly look at them , he asked :" You are husband and wife?". Viren and Anisha shared an eye lock, Viren broke the eye lock and said looking at the man:" Yes, we are husband and wife , my name is Viren Malhothra, and she is my wife..... Anisha Malhothra". Anisha looked at Viren with different emotions , she likes when he addresses her as his wife.

Exploring a new country with their husbands and experiencing its rich culture, traditions, and sights filled them with excitement and anticipation. They were going to embark on this journey with open hearts and a sense of adventure, ready to embrace the wonders of India and cherish every moment of their particular time together. Isabella and Linda saw this trip as an opportunity to create beautiful memories and strengthen their bond with their spouses. They envisioned romantic walks through ancient cities, savouring delicious Indian cuisine and immersing themselves in the vibrant colours and sounds of the country. Both Isabella and Linda had heard fascinating stories about India's historical