Third Person's POV
She didn't hope for a happy life but the least she hopes was a peaceful life and respect. But it seems like no good was written in her life. As always she played a silent song on her phone before starting arranging her clothes in the wardrobe. No matter how boring work is or how long it may take, music always helps her to do her work with ease. And silent music is always her companion.
She didn't want any interruption in her only peace but has ever anything as her wish that it will happen now? Her tiered self in the middle of her was questioned by her husband. What she had thought that she will complete her work fast and go to sleep? Though she came to their room escaping his angry gaze but now she was all alone with him. She didn't want to agree, but she was very scared of his fuming face. "What did you said to Ajji?" He repeated the same words with fuming eyes."What are
Third Person's POVNahush woke up with a slight headache. He got ready to go to his office with a slightly heavy head. Because of his business workload, he didn't take more leaven even though it's been only five days since their marriage. In his hangover, he almost forgot that he has a wife and he is married. Bidding goodbye to his grandma and mom, he was about to leave when he was stopped by his mom. He turned in his mom's direction and asked, "Yes, Aai?" She came out of the kitchen holding a tiffin box. "Aai, why do you have to make it? It wasn't necessary." He said looking at the tiffin. "How isn't it necessary? You go to the office without breakfast and always eat lunch in your office canteen. For now, you will only eat homemade food. And by the way, this tiffin is not made by me." His mom said with an excited smile to which Nahush raises his brows in a questioning way. "Aare bhudu, your wife made it."
Third Person's POVNot just life is unpredictable but even every moment is unpredictable. The girl who was happily talking with someone on her mobile is now lying on the bed crying in pain and her mobile on one end of the bed.The impact of Nahush's punch on Mallika's face was so strong that she started crying like a small baby who must have got hurt and with the force, he was holding her jaw was increasing her pain. With both hands, she tried to remove his hand from her face but it is of no use. Holding her jaw he made her get off the bed and pushed her on the floor. Falling on her right, she supported herself by her hands by falling on her face. Holding her left side face she turned while crying to see Nahush approaching her. His face radiated his anger but she can't deny how handsome he looked with his misplaced hair, trimmed beard, sharp eyes, naturally pink lips, broad shoulders, and
Mallika's POV"Vahini, tu (Vahini, you)?" Nishant asked holding a water bottle in his hand. "Ho (Yes), Bhauji," I replied with a smile and walked towards the fridge. Nishat and I are of the same age but since Nahush is his elder brother and I am the wife of his elder brother, therefore, I'm his elder sister-in-law and he calls me Vahini. But I can call him by his name.While opening the fridge I ask, "So girlfriend, huh?" First, he made a confusing face, and later it clicked him and he said shaking his head, "Oh no-yes, hmm... sort of. The girl on the call is sort of my girlfriend."Weird."So are you committed with her?" I asked and he started laughing. Did I just crack a joke?"My dear Vahini, I never am serious about girls and they are my girlfriends just for namesake. I don't believe in committed relationships. It's s
Nahush's Point of ViewShe's mad! She's totally mad! She was talking to those stupid idols of hers so lovingly who don't even know this antique piece exists who just got beaten up by her husband because she was expressing her love to their photos! I did not think her love- or should I say obsession for K-pop is that deep.I know I should have at least seen with whom she was talking. But what can I do, it was so unbearable thinking she was double dating or triple dating or maybe dating 'n' numbers of boys and cheating Kavya. Or you were hurt that your wife loves someone else and not you?No! It's nothing like that. I was just hurt that I got a cheater wife.Lying to your self no, are we?I'm not lying but... but... but it just pained my heart. I don't know why but it just pains me. Whatever it is, I punched her very badly. She somehow tried to control her tears. It
Third person's POV"I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything. I've promised Kavya that I won't tell you anything. It's good that you already know about them but I can't tell you more.""Damn this traffic!" Shouted Nahush, while pressing his car's horn."I don't know what Mohit told you and let's not talk about it. It's Kavya or Panchi... I mean, Mallika's call to tell you."*peep* stopping the car on the signal with a jerk, he punched the steering wheel taking his anger on that poor thing. Om's words kept repeating in his mind since the moment Om left his office making him more furious."Kavya nev
Mallika's POV"Let's go," he said. The smirk is still visible on his face. He got off the car but I didn't. I was seated in the car seat. I know something is wrong. I know he is planning something... something very bad, so I stood rooted in my seat. I won't go there. Never in my life have I been to any club. What a club looks like, I only know because of movies and dramas. I have never even seen the outside of the club - inside is afar.Realizing that I am not following him, he came back and opened my side car door. Forwarding his right hand he said, "Come, Malli." with a naughty smile."You did this purposely, didn't you?" I asked with narrowing eyes."Hmm, you can say that, but I don't like being late. So now, get down fast. I don't like being late."
Mallika'sPoint Of ViewHush! I finally reached home. Me being me, left the club without Nahush and ended up being late. Actually, very late!First of all, I didn't know where that club was located. So, I didn't know the
Third Person's POVAai and Nishant stood still seeing him get slapped. Well, the same condition was of Mallika i.e. shocked!"No Dad,this is not what you and Mom taught me. The thing which I did now is not at all a part of you