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Married To A Stranger By Midhuna Characters: 8653

Updated: 2019-09-11 23:06


Karthik Pov:

She gasped looking into the bag. Her eyes went wide and her skin paled? What the hell is in that stupid bag?

"Sree, are you okay ?" I asked shaking her a little.

"Please tell me you're not the one who packed them, " she asked with.. embarrassment?

"No, its not me" she sighed in relief, "I think it was Anju. I remember Veni saying to inform you that it's not her who packed your bags. Why? Is there any problem?" I asked, trying to reach the bag.

"N-No. It's nothing! Just some unnecessary stuff. Umm, can I get one of your shirts, so I can change" she said almost pleading.

"Didn't you find anything in that bag? It's not like I don't like my shirt on you, I was just curious" I said scratching my neck.

"Umm I- I did. B-but umm I...I c-can't wear t-them" she stuttered.

"Let me see, " I said taking the bag from her hands. She tried to put on a fight but gave up thinking I won't leave the topic. I was just curious to know why she looks so flushed.

Uh-huh. A see-through Nightdress?

I sighed.

She definitely won't be comfortable in them. I gave her a reassuring smile and dragged her to my bag and told her to wear anything.

"I'm sorry" she said in a small voice frowning.

"Sorry?" She nodded.

"I'm sorry for disappointing you. I'm not comfortable with those dresses. I-I will wear them i-if you want me to" she mumbled, tear glistened eyes.

"What are you talking about Sree? I-" she cutoff me saying " I-I k-know, e-every man wa-wants to see th-their wife l-like they wished. I s-swear K-Karthik, i-if I'm c-comfortable with wearing th-those th-things I would've t-try them on. Pl-please d-don't be mad at m-me" she said stuttering and sniffing.

God! She's crying now. I shouldn't have shown my disappointment.

You're such a stupid Karthik! You made our beautiful wife cry.

I sighed cupping tear stricken face, wiping her tears with my thumbs. "Sree, who asked you to wear them when you're not comfortable? Hmm? I can assure you, I don't have any idea about that bag until now. So, I'm not disappointed or anything... and before you think otherwise, I'm not saying I don't want to see you in them. God knows I do. But anything that makes you uncomfortable makes me uncomfortable too. You're my other half Sree, my life and my soulmate if you believe in them. Even if you are wearing something hideous, I would still find you sexy in them. So, don't think about these silly things and change into one of my shirts" I said handing her my shirt, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

I just want to strangle Anju for making

my waist "A portrait of us" he added smirking.

How can he read me like an open book? I thought, grumbling.

I don't why, but that boy Dhanush was looking at me weirdly. I was about to ask him but Karthik beat me to it.

"Stop ogling at my wife kid, " Karthik said in a cold voice.

"S-sorry s-sir. I-its just I-I s-saw ma-madam's p-paintings i-in m-my s-sir's personal ch-chamber" he said stuttering. My eyes went wide for what he said.

My paintings?

Here?

Noway!

Could it be?

Him?

"My wife's paintings? Where? Show me" he threatened the kid.

"S-sir, he w-won't al-allow anyone in that chamber o-other than me Sir, " Dhanush said like he was about to pass out.

"Now" Karthik demanded. The kid has no other way than to lead us to 'the chamber'. The second he opened the doors my breath hitched making it impossible to breathe.

There are a series of painting of me, the old me.

The old Sreesha.

My college memories.

The paintings of me, when I was 18.

"How many times do I have to warn you not to allow any visitors in my personal chamber Dhanush?" A voice boomed behind us making me still at my place. The same voice which I thought would never hear again.

Shut Up sree, it's not him. You're just hallucinating.

"Sorry sir, this chamber is not for Visitors, I'm afraid you have to leave, " the voice said again. Karthik was also still at his place. He was no longer angry but confused.

Not him.

Not him.

Please god, not him.

"Sir, I'm asking you-" the man was right before me now.

"Siri" his voice was a mere whisper now.

The only person who calls me Siri was standing in front of me shocked just like me.

Manoj!

Karthik's grip tightened on my waist.

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