I hate you, Dr. Mihir!

Raina~

My journey from a contracted husband to a father ~ 2

It was a new country and totally a different culture for my wife. It's not like that immigrants are not allowed, but a white marrying a brown is still not as much acceptable.

I thought Malini would be shocked by my luxurious car which came to pick us up, but she wasn't. She knew I was rich and didn't care.

We did not speak a single word, she was looking outside of the window and I was looking at her.

Draped in a red saree, lips coated in red paint, her cheeks flushed, and a beautiful dot was in the middle of her brows. I married a goddess.

I wanted to hold her hand with mine but did not. We arrived in the posh area of Chicago where the old riches lived.

We got out of the car, and this time she held my hand tightly, she looked scared. "Your house is big" she whispered and I squeezed her hand gently, reassuring her that everything would be fine. I am with her.

We walked inside our home, and every pair of eyes was on us.