My Indian Wife Novel By Anika Novels & Stories

It was a very recent entry of Aaron and it was after a long period of the previous entry. 'Hie, after a long time I'm writing in it. I don't know how and why but my feelings towards my wife are intensifying. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce her. Well her name is Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. She is an MBA gold medallist. She owns a café with her best friend. She is crazy. She is a prankster. She is childish yet mature. Yesterday she said I love you to someone. I know when we got married I was the one who said that we will not be husband-wife but will be friends. When I saw her hugging that stranger and telling him I love you, I was so angry. I felt possessive of her.

I said, my voice cracking for the first time. "And we will prove that." "He is having another child." "And we will prove that, too." "He—" "We will prove everything, Elena." Her voice softened, the sharp attorney fading into something maternal. "But we can not do it today." Silence settled heavily between us. Below the high-rise window, the city moved normally. Cars crawled through traffic, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, and people carried their afternoon coffee, completely oblivious to the fact that the wreckage of my twenty-year marriage sat inside a single folder on Renata's desk.

Ashok and Naina have one girl named " Astha " Vidisha and Manit also have a girl named " Vincy. " Ashok and Vidisha both are working with his brother's hospital. Ashok is gynecologist and Vidisha is Admin head. Meanwhile Vidisha 's husband handles the account department. And Naina, she just knows how to spend money. She loves to travel and shop like a typical capitalist ' s wife. Here Sannu is totally different. She came from a low middle class family. Becoz of this marriage she can't even finish her studies . Plus she is timid. She is always scared . In her dream also she never thought to harm or hurt anyone by mistake.

So I thought of writing one chapter on the grand Indian wedding and why not when it is our Ana and Rudra who was going to caged in the love of each other forever 🤭😉. I hope you enjoyed it reading as much I enjoyed it writing 😘🥰

I also covered my nuptial chain with the top. Oops! Sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Naina Khanna, age twenty-four, studying masters in Chemistry. I came here leaving all my family members. I miss my family so much. I'll tell you a secret guys. I'm married. Being a billionaire's wife I want to be down-to-earth and not a rich spoilt brat. I'm living in a flat with my friend Rithu. Rithu Aka Rithika. Just Rithika.

He continued, "Emma, who would be so available to a colleague? Who would do everything a couple is supposed to do with a colleague? Who would keep ditching her man for a colleague? Answer me, Emma. Do you really just see me as a colleague?" Emma froze at his words. Had she really crossed so many lines? "No wonder Nathan wants to leave me. I'm such an idiot!" Emma slapped herself hard. Heartbroken, Keegan rushed forward to grab her hand. "Don't touch me!" Emma yelled, shoving him away. "I only love Nathan. He'll always be my husband," she said coldly. Keegan's face crumpled in sadness. "Emma, do I—" Before he could finish, Emma grabbed her suitcase and walked out without a second glance.

It was the first time I had called him that, and then he smiled, clearly pleased. “Nakka! Nakka! I missed you!” I quickly shifted my attention and set Miles down. He immediately hugged Nakka happily. “…Who are you…?” The woman spoke, looking at me in shock. “She’s my wife, and this is my child.” Sebastian immediately pulled me closer and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. He surprised me, but I let him. Letting that woman step back was exactly what needed to happen, she had to understand there was no place for her.

Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

Before Elena could speak, Adrian’s phone lit up on the seat between them. A message flashed across the screen. **Ask your new wife if she can swim. Clara couldn’t.** Elena read it. So did Adrian. And this time, the controlled, untouchable Adrian Blackwood looked afraid.