My Indian Wife Novel By Anika Novels & Stories

RK parked his car side of the road and took out his phone, he checked it and saw that there were pictures of both husband and wife together on social media and there were different titles for each story. 'Like husband, like wife 'Pervert husband and liar wife' like this a lot of titles and there were many comments were too. [Purple hair: So this means that Ananya Nuka is not a great designer as people are thinking, but a thief who steals someone else's design and sells it with her name tag, shame on you husband and wife.] [I'm not a Ravan: She isn't a thief, she is a big fat liar, she sells clothes designed by others lying and not stealing... But it is also shameful. ]

Ahana ****** "Bride In Blue...Bride In blue...Bride In Blue..." I yelled throwing all the newspapers on the floor that had only Anvi in it and the headline stated, "Bride In Blue". I was supposed to be the talk of the town but all I received was a small corner in the newspaper. All the while my marriage was the talk of the town but on my big day that bitch Anvi snatched it from me. I didn't buy a lehnga worth Rupees 40 lakh so that I could get a place in the corner of the newspaper. I wanted to be in the limelight and if not for that stupid girl I would have been on the television.

Divya POV *********** 5 Years later................ I was arranging the pressed clothes inside the closet and continue to search through my closet for something to wear for tonight Ananya birthday party. Ananya is Anahita 3 years-old baby girl. Anahita and Siddharth were married five years ago. It was an arranged marriage. Siddharth is a doctor and very nice person. He's sanjana aunty son. Sanjana aunty is Akash uncle childhood friend. So they decided to turn out their friendship into relationship. Ana and Siddharth settled their lives perfectly together.

“Then why did you come here instead of going home? Oh, don’t answer that. It must be because you can’t stand your ugly wife. It's better to have some fun here first, huh?” Delmor chuckled and continued, “I understand you. If | were forced to marry someone as ugly as your wife, | don’t know how | would handle it. It’s true that ugly ducklings like her deserve some sympathy, but | just can’t bear to look at them.” Luna raised her eyebrows. As ugly as his wife, huh? She pushed the door open and walked in. Delmor who was backing the door, didn’t realize she had walked in and continued, “Dude, how don’t you have nightmares at night with her by your side? Or do you?”

As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York. Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

If she chose to insult me, it was better than living like this. I guess today wasn't my lucky day because she didn’t answer like I had feared. Frustrated, I slammed my phone on my desk before I started to pace my office, which suddenly felt too small for me. I was tempted to call her parents and ask after her but what would I say? How would I tell them that my wife saw me with another woman and now she couldn’t bear the sight of me?

I wanted to speak up, but Avanti begged me not to do when our eyes met. I walked back to my bedroom to rest, an hour later, I went downstairs to prepare the dish Abhishek wanted. Avanti came to the kitchen with me to assist, I had no idea how Abhishek overheard our conversation and rebuked her for not assisting me no matter the cost. Abhishek took control of everything, including my phone. He says, that an Indian wife should at least know how to prepare an Indian dish. Did he forget that I am not Indian?

one of them screamed, her voice piercing the serene atmosphere. Rajesh turned, his eyes widening in shock. "Ananya? Priya?" His voice trembled as he addressed his wives. "What are you doing here?" They stormed towards him, their faces twisted in rage. "What are we doing here?" Ananya, the first wife, spat. "Look at these!" She thrust her phone into his face, displaying pictures of Rajesh and me at the restaurant yesterday. One showed him kissing my hand, another of him staring at me with undeniable lust, and the final nail in the coffin—a shot of us walking into a hotel together.

added Kartik while Krish sighed, seeing his only friend taking the side of an unknown woman instead of feeling pity for him. “ I found it a long time ago, ” said Krish. “ Oh, by the way, you said that your wife didn't ask money from you yet she was living well and even maintaining your home, how is it possible? Was she working somewhere? Maybe we can get some clue from her working place, ” asked Kartik while Krish looked at him coldly, he suppressed his anger and said while pursing his lips, “ Where could she work when she didn't have any identity card, and not mention that she was ill.. umm, you know what.. ”