My Indian Wife Novel By Anika Novels & Stories

, Rajesh Mishra spoke but soon as he saw his wife glaring at him. "ahm*cough*...That's what his smile means...I'm innocent.", he spoke and quickly walked downstairs. Anan who got his revenge. He simply sat on the sofa as he flipped the magazine. Character's description: Diya- Daughter of Kyra, learned fashion designing.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

I stated, "You claim you took a shortcut because you wanted to give me a better life. Your shortcut was taking our joint savings to fund a wedding with another man, get pregnant with his child, and use his family to climb the social ladder. "What about after you made it? What were you going to do with me? Do you intend to give me a payout to get rid of me or keep stringing me along as your dirty little secret of an ex-husband? "You ought to stop making yourself sound so full of deep affection and stop treating me like a fool, Queenie. Your version of love is entirely worthless and completely filthy."

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

Knowing the reason for his anger Oliver stretched out his hand and Nuella stood beside him and took hold of his hand. Old master Seun looked at the young lady with a frown on his face. “Old master, this is my wife, Nuella Allen” The people sitting close by all stared in surprise, they had heard the announcer earlier but did not think it was true until now that he mentioned it himself. They all moved their gaze at the beautiful young lady and wondered who she was, knowing Oliver, he would not just marry any, especially with his dislike for women. Nuella bowed her head low in greeting

I wanna marry a man that i didn't have to give million chances to, because he appreciates me the first time around. Ananya When i woke up next day i found myself in Aakash's arm. He was still sleeping. I ran my fingertip on his cheek while staring at my handsome husband. I still can't believe that we are married. It feels like a dream.

The name sake wife to be precise. She knows that one day or another he will leave India and go back to New York but she can only pray that the day does not come soon. She clearly remembered the day when he left India 8 years back. The unfortunate day was her birthday only when she stopped celebrating it as well. *************** Here we go with another chapter What do you think about this chap? Next chapter is start of past of how the real damage happened and Aarhan left his home just 2 chaps of past

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

She was ready for anything but she hoped in her heart that they were kind and would not see through the bullshit. Nathan stared at his father and mother for some seconds but pretended not to see Anna, his sister clutching her fork stubbornly. He cleared his throat and spoke. “Father, I am here with my future wife like you asked!” He watched as his father’s expression switch to disbelief to awe to suspicion and his mother’s jaws lifted to give a big smile but Anna simply scoffed. “A wife? How? When did you get a wife?” Antonio replied. His face shifted from confusion to surprise to suspicion.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.