"Aapki himmat kaise hui unse aise baat karneki??!"
That's Samaira Rajput for you. She is sweet until you mess with her only two rules:
Rule 1. NEVER talk bad about her parents
Rule 2. If you're rude, you're out of her life
Samaira means protected b...
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"Yes Mr. Dixit, we'll have a proper meeting scheduled for the paperwork this week itself" . . .
"Okay"
"Aapko saara kaam aaj hi karna hai kya?" I turned my head in the direction of voice to see my wife sitting on the sofa of my cabin
She didn't knock.
Again!
She's looking extra glowy today. Black just makes her look so ravishing
I'm so glad she's mine--...
No Rudraksh...focus
She's the main key of your revenge.
Composing my flattered self
"Why didn't you knock?"
"Knock??? Apne pati ke pass aane se pehele hum knock kyu kare bhala?" She said while walking towards my desk
It's been a week since the Pooja and Madame has grown some strange kind of boldness
This morning she scolded me in front of the entire family for not having breakfast
Seriously??? The RUDRAKSH ARORA getting an earful?? Over breakfast???
"So much mess you create while working"
She's right. I have this habit of collecting all file sources for a meeting.
Samaira started arranging the papers neatly on my desk but my only attention was on her jhumka
I love it when she wears that.
It's the first thing I notice about her these days
"Staring is rude Mr. Arora" she said while picking up one file
"Not if the person I'm staring at is my wife, Mrs. Arora" she's still not used to this title but I'm amandant to make her soon
She ignored my comment and continued doing her work
I saw a shadow like figure outside my cabin. I waited patiently for the knocking but it didn't happen. Strange
Samaira turned to leave but I held her hand making her turn around
"Ab kya chahiye aapko?" She asked
I just pulled her to me to which she lost her balance but held the two armrests of my chair . . . .
Inches.
Few inches and our lips could clash
Her eyes wide. The voice of her jhumka jiggling at the sudden action. Her hair were tied up in a bun with single strand teasing me to put it behind her ear. Her already pink lips were covered in another layer of pink shade. She's mesmarising.
