Sarpanch Wife Novels & Stories

" I said with a chuckle at Nishant's theory as Zeeshant rolled his eyes before shutting the phone and keeping it inside his pocket. ( In India the wife's sister is known to be the half- wife of her sister's husband. It's purely for fun purpose and not something serious.) (Gharwali- wife. Gharwala- husband.) Keeping my phone in his pocket he made me face him, still in his arms. "How am I gonna tolerate this little trouble " He said, looking at me with a small smile. "You have to. You're marrying this trouble." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“When I refused, the mistress demanded a 500 million cash gift. I reduced it to 100 million. Your wife returned it three days after your marriage with interest to boot. She had wanted to transfer the properties back, but I refused.” She laughed and added, "Given how they have expanded over the years, it was a great choice. She has managed to expand it astonishingly well." Jonathan asked, “What was her maternal grandmother’s name?” Emma thought for a while before she answered honestly, “Katherine Green, as far as I can remember.” Jonathan listened some more and left. He had confirmed all his doubts. His wife was the girl he had always wanted to marry. The one he had just partnered with was hi

She inquired, intrigued. He noticed his wife's anxious expression. "My son claimed he was concerned about his wife." He said. She had no idea what made his face look worried as well. "Did something horrible happen to my in-law, father? What's wrong with her, is Vira in danger?" Bryan questioned, hurriedly, whether he'd forgotten the snack. "Perhaps his wife, um, Davino, informed me that his wife was associated with a dangerous lady; I can't believe Sarah pulled Safira into our mess." With bated breath, Bharat said.

The clutch of his fingers was so strong around her arm to the extent that Anaaya felt as if it was piercing deep in the flesh of her arm. “Leave my arm, you are hurting me.” She yelled, squeezing her lips tightly because of the extremity of pain. Zaviyaar was still hovering over her, taking a death glare in his eyes. Sensing her uncomfortable state, he loosened his grip around her arm. After composing himself and gaining some sanity, he found himself talking as he said. “I didn't do any second marriage. I have only one wife and that is Anaaya Zaviyaar Khan.” He said in a deep solemn voice, caressing the scar on her chin and then putting his lips and kissing it.

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.

I say as a few of my men enter and Kaizoran hands me some pants and passes Leinaar something as well as he steps up beside Xendaya. “It’s good to be here. It’s been a while.” She says as she wraps the second piece of fabric around her breasts. I can sense someone trying to burn holes into my head and look sharply to the left to see Xendaya watching me. “And who is this beauty?” Leinaar asks, her eyes on Xendaya. I smirk. “My wife,” I reply simply. A disobedient one. She looks surprised as she looks between us. “I never knew you took another wife… I thought with Aslantha gone, you would need a new queen.”

Sarang watched silently, her expression neutral, trying not to draw attention to herself. “I’m fine. Why are you suddenly here?” Mr. Winter asked. From the familiarity of the embrace and the ease between them, Sarang assumed they were either close friends or in a relationship. “I’m here to meet you,” the woman replied, then her eyes landed on Sarang. Instantly, Sarang bowed slightly in respect. “What is she doing here?” the woman asked, pouting as she turned toward Mr. Winter. “She is my personal assistant. For your information, she is married and has a four-year-old kid,” he replied. Sarang frowned faintly at his words. She couldn’t understand why he felt the need to be so specific about he

Only her facial expression differed in the ward, and sincerely, Debby couldn't give a flying fuck. She was undesirably in the ward of someone she genuinely resents — her unwelcomed soon to be sister-in-law — a bitch — Mary. It was expected of every member of the Williams family to be disheartened at the fact the very first great-grandchild was lost. Mrs. Valentine — the first son's wife, and life giver of the first grandchild, was unimaginably furious.

"Hugh Lachlan’s wife, that Sunland woman, she was a foreign beauty in Mawi, drove the Chieftain of Mawi mad. Their relationship was inappropriate, so the Chieftain got involved in this matter." "The Chieftain had an inappropriate relationship with her?" Kiran hadn't expected this.

They were married. She was his wife but Vikrant still felt very nervous as he stood at the altar waiting for Sarita to walk in. Her father had not been very happy after they told him that they intended to wed in the church after their traditional wedding but he'd given his consent, agreeing to walk her down the aisle.