The Workaholic Wife ✅

The Journey to the City of Love

"Eeek!" I squeal, scrunching up my body with excitement.

Alisha chuckles at me, jumping off the counter with a spring in her step.

I gasp, catching my breath after my enthusiastic actions. "How did that happen?"

Alisha shrugs her shoulders. "We just— we were working late one day. The baby I delivered, she had part of her brain missing. I needed a neurosurgeon to analyze their condition, and I called Aarav in. After we worked on the problem together, I accidentally bumped into him as he left, and we ended up on the floor, me on top. It was embarrassing, but our lips met and somehow— I don't know—everything just came together."

"That's one hell of a boring, cliche story to tell your future kids."

"Hey, you were betrothed at birth. How is my love story any more cliched than yours?" I chuckle. She's not wrong. "So, why are you here?" She asks, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. I haven't seen the girl in days, sticking my nose into any surgery I can do to avoid the outside world.

"Uh, it's just that, I'm going on a trip, and I wanted to leave Aruvi with you."

"Trip? You?" She closes the distance between us, analyzing my cheeks left and right. "Are you a alien disguised as Krithi?"

"Shut up, Alisha. This trip is personal." I reveal everything to my best friend, starting from where I left off before. "So, I think he's cheating on me, and I want to kick his derrière to the other side of the world, and possibly murder his assistant."

She bellows in laughter, erupting like a volcano as I complete my story. "And where do I come in?

I bite my lip, nervous. "I just wanted to ask if you can take care of Aruvi for me. It'll only be a short trip. I'll probably be back soon enough. All you have to do is take her to school and get her back. And you have to pack her lunch that my mother will give the security guard every morning. She can take care of herself otherwise."

"Krithi, you don't even have to ask. I love Aruvi. She's an absolute angel." I snort. If only she knew about that girls' antics. "But, I'm concerned about your state. You shouldn't be traveling. Since you're having twins, you might have an earlier labour. Twins are usually premature, especially in your workaholic life." She sighs as I glare at her for accusing such a thing. I have been taking care of myself. "I know how stubborn you are, so just let me take a ultrasound."

"Fine." I make my way towards the gurney, biting my lip as I struggle with seating myself on the bed.

Alisha helps me up, clutching me my the elbow. I wince, putting a hand over my enlarged stomach. "Crap." I curse, as I try to lie down on the bed.

"You are one weird woman. You should trust Aniket. He's the most innocent person I've met in my life. If I had a husband like him—

I glare at her outright, and Alisha purses her lips as glare at her and tries to control her laughter.

She parts my t-shirt up, and the cool air settles on my skin, sending a shiver throughout my body. She rubs the cold gel on my stomach, and probes my stomach with the machine, looking toward the scanner and analyzing my children's state. She gasps as the image comes into focus. I crane my head towards the monitor, trying to see as well.

"Krithi, I'm so sorry." Alisha says.

"What?! What happened? Are they alright?" I shriek, a sudden wave of anxiousness settling over me.

"They're Alright, I suppose." She replies, shrugging her shoulder.

Thank god. She scared me. "Then why the hell did you scare me for?!"