29 # A Typical Indian Wife

Author's POV

"Myra... Myra..." Hiral (Mrs. Patel) asked shaking her at her desk.

Myra came out of her trance, she blushed biting her lower lips. She likes when he pecked on her cheeks. It's still affecting her and her face turned cherry red. She facepalmed herself and wiggled her head.

"Yes, Aunty," She answered her.

"Are you okay? I'm observing you since morning, you are smiling frequently and your mind is also lost somewhere. Probably you are not concentrating on your work," Mrs. Patel pulled a chair and sat next to her.

"Nothing like that," Myra stuttered while responding to her.

She realized that she hadn't accomplished her routine work and it was already lunchtime. She rubbed her scalp making funny facial expressions. She has been caught.

"Ok, leave it. It happens in your age group. Maybe, you meet a guy, and you are lost in his thought," Hiral teased her and Myra bit her lower lips harshly to control her blush.

"No..."

Both laughed and Hiral asserted, "You need to go ou