Hide Me

Chapter 20

Anaar Kali's POV:

After my husband's hand-made breakfast, I started doing daily cleaning of the whole place. My husband had to go to his office for some important meeting so he was gone, but not before telling me to also clean his home office.

After cleaning and dusting the house, I went to his office and started cleaning the place carefully because I don't want to disturb anything as it can create problems for him later during his work. I reached the wooden furnished shelves in the corner of the room where some fictional, work-related, Wikipedia and Dictionary of common used languages, and last but not the least the classic novels, were placed neatly. I started dusting them one by one along with the cleansing of the shelf. Suddenly when I pulled out a heavy file which I assumed to be his work-related, some pictures fell down and scattered on the wooden floor. I placed the file carefully on the near couch and kneel down to picked them up but as I saw them it dawned upon me that those were never be related to his work in any way because they showed the happy face of my husband with a beautiful girl whose hands were shamefully wrapped around him in an intimate hug and they both were smiling happily. They were all selfies taken by either my husband or the other girl. They looked very happy and carefree.

There was also a single photo which seems to be the selfie of that girl, and also a poster of some magazine or something similar to that also lay there among the photos of both.

A tear dropped down from my chin made me realize that I was crying. I don't know the reason; maybe my innocent heart felt hurt or betrayed. A certain moment's flashback came crashing down to me  and realization dawned upon me. He was smiling while watching all these. I didn't see him giving me a smile; a genuine smile rather than a naughty smirk to irritate me or to get on my nerves.

"I entered one afternoon in the office without knocking on the door because I made coffee for him which I came to deliver him during his work silently. When I filed in, I saw him, smiling while looking at something in his hands, a photo or something I didn't catch because then his bubble burst and he got aware of my presence due to the noise of my walking steps. He composed himself very quickly as if the moment I caught just a second before was nothing but an illusion of him smiling genuinely at something or rather someone."

I took that file and photos and got out of the room to hide them before my husband arrived. When I hide them securely, then I come back, do my remaining undone work and then again leave but with a heavy heart and tear stained cheeks.

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