Lost Wife by pokhila (life changing books to read txt) 📕

 She must look presentable ,   cannot go there like this , this  botique was one of her few favourites shopping stop . Only one prayer  that the owner don't recognise her , as Sumit made her aware of the situation .... media persons were searching for her identity .....  name photo , anything .

At first, after reading the newspaper ,  Runi was hurt ......and angry , Anirudh talked to her everyday , sometimes twice . but he never mentioned about all these , never let her know , he was taking  everything upon himself . God knows how much he was suffering from inside ....

Look at the irony , I left him , stayed away from  husband ..... punished him ...  myself and mostly our baby Pari ...  what I was even thinking ? leaving my parents  , my home , my whole world behind and running away like that .

Looking back ...  I feel ashamed I'm the worst wife ...                                                                                                       Leaving  my husband , everytime when he needs me the most .

If something happens to him ...  if the jury punished him , it will all because of me ,  my fault . Sumit stopped at  a little distance and looked out ... I know what he was afraid of , so I said ,

" Don't worry , no paparazzi ....  btw , Anirudh's wife don't look like this ... ",  she said to herself .

Sumit came out and helped me , Pari was still  sleeping ...  her cheeks were wet with her own drools .Runi wiped it with a baby towel and kissed her , she smells milk , must clean her too , she thought , then  took her on her shoulder and walked the short distance . 

The boutique looks the same , tall  dark glasses covers  the five story  building ,  she came here  with Anirudh  many times ....

I entered   through the double  glass door , that was opened by a young boy in Indian attire , a colourful dhoti and a jaipuri print kurta , on his peak was the pagdi ' the symbol of respect . 

" welcome mam ..." he greeted , I nodded and smiled , making him smile back , but he was looking at me in curiosity , of course my dressing was not appropriate for this high class boutique . 

Must match his reputation ...  must look presentable , suddenly looks mattered , I want to look at my best , even though there was no such occassion . for gods sake I was visiting a court , not some marriage function ...

All these two years I was too selfish and self centered ...  it was all about me , my studies , my aim in life , my choice of dress ...  everything I did was for myself , fom today I want to change it .... 

First step of reform  begins here ......  

I'll refine myself .....  

Today  I want to dress not for myself ,  only for my husband ,

not to look like a model , but to look presentable ,

not out of  competition with other billionaires wives and girlfrens , but because I want to look beautiful in my husbands eye ....  I never thought from Anirudh's point of view , he always brought those expensive dresses , but I always dressed  shabby he must have felt embaressed . 

I went through the expensive collection of salwars and was checking  the tags ...

The sales girl were dressed in more elegance and style than me , for the first time in my life I felt embarressed because of my dressing , just want to hurry and leave for the court , can't be late . Pari was becoming heavy ...  and with my huge shoulder bag , it was getting difficult to see and select .

The sales girls gathered and checked me from head to toe , no one came toassist me , who knows what they thought ...  all of them were giving insulting smiles 

" Mam you can feep your bag here , no one will take that out of fashion shoulder bag ". One of the sales girl said ...  Just then Sumit came ...  he heard , I couldn't face him was in tears . 

" Plese call your owner ," he said in authority , of course the girls will obey , he have that killer looks . I gave him  Pari , to hold as my hands were starting to ache ...

" Yes ....  " We both turned at the voice..

I recognised her , she was Tabassum ...  the owner of this boutique , she looked at Sumit , then looked longer at my face ...." my , my ... after so long ...  please ... she took me to her private office . 

We talked as much as we can , in  five minutes . She promised to keep my secret within these doors . We are practically not friends , but from today I want her to be my grooming guide and a lifelong friend  ...  

 Tabassum helped me , the sales girls looked scared now .....  she choose many , amongsts them  I selected a Sabyasachi  creation saree , it was in dusky green colour a heavy  gold work that runs all along the border , the anchal was heavy ... and the blouse , it was a boatneck , all hooked up from back so that front was ready to show off  the beautiful  work in front  without any fear , all covered up . 

To my surprise Tabassum arranged a beautician ....  that was fast .

My hair was all done in an elegant french bun , they parted my hair from side , covering a part of my forehead  , giving my oval face an elegant look . They didn't over do with my face either , just a light blush and eyeliner  and faded lipstick . I stopped them to do furthur and finished it with my  a line of liquid kumkum , slightly visible and a small red bindi . 

Pari woke up and looked around , she was taken care of , right from a matching colour dress with mine , her hair was sprayed and curls were dfined furthur , all these when she was still asleep . Sumit was having a great time with the three sales girls who were grooming Pari .