We meet again

Chapter 12

I soon finish my chicken and go to get changed. As soon as I come out I decide to go the living room. But there she already is. What is she doing? Oh watching TV. Lazy girl! Does she ever do anything else?

" Aren't you the lazy one today, of course what did I expect?"

She continues to watch not answering me. I go and block the TV.

" You don't ignore your husband like that."

" So NOW you call yourself my husband!, oh so what about yesterday when I was no one to you, especially not your WIFE!"

That got me very angry. I know that she is not my true wife but how dare she ignore me! Nobody talks to me like that!

" Don't talk to me like that Meera!"

" Actually Miss Maholtra, Mr Krishnan, don't want me to think that you have some relationship with me do you, by calling me my first name! Only friends and family call me that!"

" You idiot! Who would have a relationship with you?! They would kill themselves beforehand. You think your so smart don't you? Well I haven't seen such a stupid little girl like you since I went to a nearby preschool but I'm surprised even the kids there were probably smarter than you."

Miss Maholtra flinches but doesn't cry which surprises me.

" How dare you!, How can you judge someone before you get to know them?"

I've already judged her and I don't like her.

" The question is, how can someone so dumb and has the greatest acting skills in the world not be judged?"

She fists her hands and comes right up to my face.

" Tell that to me again Mr Krishnan, I dare you to. Is this how you treat women? If it is then I'm not surprised JUDGING you would treat women like this normally."

Leaving me opening and closing my mouth like a fish she walks off upstairs, still with her hands in clenched fists. I hear her door slam loudly.

This girl knows how to fight. Doesn't her parents ever teach her not to disrespect elders and people older than her. I'll put her in her place tomorrow especially with some wonderful people I have in mind, they'll insult her without me even telling them to do so.

I go back to my room and slam the door closed. I flop onto the bed tiredly. The things I have to go through...

I stare at the ceiling,my mind is blank. My eyes slowly close flooding me in darkness.

Next day, evening of  party...

I had not much work today and I was thinking about her. I kept getting angry. She will get hurt at this party without me getting caught.

So I am currently at home on the couch in my suit waiting for that idiot to get ready as well as to yell at her for being late. She isn't but she doesn't know that.

I hear the rustle of fabric and look up. There she is. Wow... I mean, ugly! Meera is wearing a blue and orange glittery sari. Her hair in her natural curly state.

I'm surprised if she is still trying to impress me. It won't work will it not go through her thick skull?!

" why?!, do you, always get ready late!" I yell at her.

" Well if you told me earlier I would of got ready on time, a woman needs time to make herself look presentable."

"Well that was a waste of time then, wasn't it? You look like ugly as usual. Do you really expect to go like this! Have you never worn something more modern like a proper dress not a piece of disgusting fabric that barely covers your body. How can I present you as my wife if I will be humiliated because of you?!"

I feel a strange feeling but push it away. I can't feel guilty for her and why would  I?

She wraps her arms around herself and a lone tear runs down her cheek but she wipes it away quickly. I successfully made her feel bad. Oh don't worry, though there is more for her at the party. She goes outside to my car.

I open the door and get in as she does the same. My driver starts the car and drives. I pull her face near mine in a forceful manner.

"Listen, Miss Maholtra, I warned you to wear something more appropriate for this party so it is not my fault if we are embarrassed."

I say this to her in a low tone and let go of her face. She stays quiet for the whole ride and looks out the window.

We finally reach the party, some reporters are there. It's very crowded and many other business men and women are here.

I grab her hand and enter where we are met by one of the business men.

"Hey, Ajay how are you?, how's the business, good profit?"

"Yes, I'm good and the business is going very well, great profit."

"I see, and this very beautiful woman must your wife, am I right?"

I see his eyes run down her body. That's MY wife he's looking at. I clench my fist and pull her close by her hips.

" Yes, she is MY wife."

" Right, of course, you are extremely lucky. Who wouldn't want her?"

I get more frustrated. There is this dark feeling in my chest. Is it jealousy, no right? She shouldn't of worn that sari.

Oh yes!, there are the business men's wives. Those women are the people I need to send her to. Great!

"Meera go and join those women over there, they'll be with you the whole time."

I smirk as I watch her nod and walk away with a confused look written on her face.

I realise that the man is gone. Never liked him anyway. I get a tap on the shoulder. It's one of my allied companies we work with, the CEO of that company and me are good friends in terms of business. His name is Vinoy.

"So I'm planning to share the stock deal with you, ready or no?"

I look over at the group of women and see that Meera has her head down. Good just as I expected. I grin back to Vinoy.

"So let's talk business shall we?"