Sakshi
I hadn't expected Armaan to show our photograph to everyone in his office. When I complained about how misleading his protocol was about sending his wife upstairs, he calmly showed me the photo he had shown everyone.
I bite back a smile remembering it. I am wearing a turtleneck blouse today with a pale green coloured saree. It's elegant and hides the hickey on my neck well. I resist the urge to look at the bright red-purple marks on the side of my neck, and quickly step out of the room before Armaan can come out of the bathroom. He is at home today.
I go downstairs and, to my surprise, find guests in the living room.
Mom spots me first and urges me to come closer. She holds my hand with a bright smile on her face and softly pushes me forward. "This is my daughter-in-law, Sakshi.
