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Maid, who else. I opened the door and the woman walked in looking at me as though I was an alien. Nevertheless I went and sat in front of the television and guess what soon I realized that only Hindi channels were present! I started pressing all the buttons frantically but then, not a single English channel, not even news! Even the cartoon channels were missing. At last tired, and unable to understand a word, I shut the television off. I immediately picked up my phone and called my (so called) wife.

"It's Ambika... Rudra's wife." The group fell silent, each person grappling with their own mixture of disbelief and astonishment. Rajeev continued to stare at the photograph, his heart aching with memories of a mother he had lost. The image brought a flood of emotions, each tear a testament to the years of longing and unanswered questions.

She had not eaten since morning and had not noticed until then. "The man with the keys," Clara said. "Did you get his name?" "Wallace. He wrote it on the receipt." Clara laughed suddenly and covered her mouth. "Last week you did not know the name of the woman who cleaned your floors." "I know it now. Rosa. She has a son in the north who writes to her on Sundays." Clara did not answer. She rested her hand on Isabella's wrist for a moment, then stood to order food, since neither of them was going to cook.

Samaira ****** Namit left early today as he had a meeting with one of his clients. He was being so stubborn as he wanted me to take me to the office first but I made him go to the meeting. I don't want people to know I am his wife. He was the one who hid me from the world and no one knows about me being her wife beside his family because he and dad wanted to protect me. It's childish and unreasonable, but now I want the same but my reason is good. I don't want to be judged. I am scared that I might be treated differently because I am Namit Khanna's wife and I don't want that.

And before any one of them could say anything, I grabbed her hand and started walking where everyone was. Bhai was also there now and everyone was curious as what was going on except Rahul. " I invited all of you here because I wanted you to meet someone. Someone special. So friends, please meet Megha. I mean, Mrs Megha Mehul Shah, My wife." I looked at Megha, she was looking at me with a shocked expression. Bhai, bhabhi and Rahul were smiling at us. " What???? What do you mean by your wife?" Sagar asked. Priya and three of them were shocked.

we nodded our head meanwhile Mr and Mrs Bargav(avinash mom and dad) Mrs.bargav: what honey am in not dreaming did I seen fuggie Mr. bargav: yeah dear you seen fuggie Mrs. bargav: do you know all these before only Mr.bargav: yeah this is why I stopped avi from showing her photo to you I want you to see her directly Mrs.bargav: iam happy iam really happy to see her but whose daughter she is Mr.bargav: Rithik and Indira's daughter

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

And with that he left, I closed the door and retreated back only to find Akshay scowling. "What's wrong?" I asked him worried if he is discomforted in some way. "Who gave you authority to order cancellation of my meetings?" He asked frowning. "I don't need authority from you. I already have as your wife. If you forget, let me remind you- As per Indian Law a wife has full rights on husband's assets." I replied him smiling sweetly. "Women like you should not have knowledge of law, you use it to abuse your poor husbands." He muttered pouting.

(Your wife is really good). I just glared at him. Yes she is really good until the Italian ghost comes out of her. I don't think Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat would ever need an enemy to be killed. His wife and her Hindi is enough for it. I would not deny her effort to speak that foreign language but she sounds really cute when she speaks broken Hindi. But the moment she speaks English, her voice becomes sexier. Indeed my wife is too sexy to be left alone. Being a 7 years younger girl she still has every fucking strings to pull me madly towards her. I took her out on the beach at night. I wasn't sure about the morning. Last time when I saw her beach photos I was more than shocked. I would never al

"Yes, but women are not safe anywhere even here in California according to statistics but in India patriarchy rules." " I am not so sure about that. Nithin just came back after his marriage and his wife is only twenty-five. She is an engineer." They went inside a tall white building, which was in the middle of the street. Ria pressed the button beside the elevator and stood quietly along with Leela. As the doors opened, they both stepped inside quietly. Leela pressed the button for the third floor. "So what is this party for?" asked Ria. "Just a small welcome party for Nithin and his wife."