The Perfect Mismatch

Chapter 5- Julia

Its been a month , a month since i got married. My surname changed from Agarwall to Shekhawat. I was never successful in running away. My Mom dropped at  the door at the last moment, ruining my plans . She dressed me up and literally dragged me to the altar. But then , say it bad luck for a newly- wed girl or good luck for me, my husband dearest never actually dropped a look at me. Last time i saw him was at our reception party, flirting secretly with a blonde behind some pillars, rest ofthe scenerio depends on your imagination.

Now its been exactly 28 days since I saw him. That very day, after the reception party, he flew to NewYork for some work.

I am annoyed cum pissed off , yet happy. Annoyed as that asshole didn't even give me a proper kiss, pissed off as thats the emotion i should naturally be having and happy because I didn't have to see that breath takingly handsome yet irritating face for more number of times.

He has a pretty beautiful house which is white in colour and perfect. And as i am, I hate perfect things, I miss colours.

There is an old house-keeper who comes to do the cleaning of my rooms, she leavws sharp at 7 in the evening. Quite precise lady !

I expected some long-legged hottie as his housekeeper, but this woman is a star at housekeeping. I am literally in love with her as she is the kindest lady ever.

P.S- I haven’t met many kind people in my life, so she is the kindest yet.

She wakes  me up the morning, gets me my breakfast, reminds me about lunch, cooks dinner for me and she is a damn great cook, talks to me if I am lonely and most important, smiles at me whenever I look at her.

The smile is genuine, dipped  in care and coated with love, she definitely doesn’t get paid for being so good.

“Baby. I got a call ,  Randhir Sir would be here tonight  ” the housekeeper says smiling. She started calling me Baby on my second day in the house and she was so sweet that I couldn’t deny on being called Baby.

But at the moment i need to know her name. I can’t call her  ‘housekeeper’ , it might hurt her and I need to worry about that jerk.

“What ?” I say out of shock. The villain of my life is finally making a return after a no show of 28 days.

"You must be so happy " she caresses my head.

Yeah ! I am so freaking happy that I can jump off this building out of happiness. I forgot to say, the house is a white coloured 3-storey mansion. I once had decided to go for a tour around the house but dropped the idea as I felt that I might lose my way. The house is filled with servants and I could have asked my way around but they would have laughed at me in privacy, which I didn't want.

"So soon ? I mean... at what time he shall arrive ?" I say faking a smile.

"Its 6pm and his plane lands at 7. So we got an hour to get you ready".

Ready ? For what ? To seduce that Airport jerk ? No effing way.

"I look good enough. I guess. I don't even like make-up" I try making an excuse.

"Baby, you look good but you have to look pretty. Randhir's eyes shouldn't leave you for a second tonight. He is going to see you after a long time and we need to show him what he was missing" she throws one of her caring smile and goes inside the closet.

She comes out with a cream coloured Sun dress, matching shoes and her sweet smile. I am glad that despite of being in her late 50s, she didn't choose to make me wear a tacky Salwar or Saree.

"Now get inside these clothes and then call me in, i am waiting outside the room" She goes out , closing the door behind her.

Great ! Absolutely Great ! Now I have to look beautiful for that Asshole. I hate him.

I strip off my clothes and wear the dress, the high heels although being too high for me, make my legs look extra long.

"Knock ! Knock !" the sound of a knock on the door  brings me back from admiring my legs.

"Come in" I say , sitting on the couch. Its the housekeeper. I really need to know her name.

"Oh My Goodness ! You look absolutely beautiful ! " she exclaimed. "We just need some curls for your long straight hair" . She pulls me to a seat infront of the mirror and starts working on my hair with the curling irons.

"Umm.. Whats your name?" I ask, staring at her from the mirror.

"What ?" she says looking at me.

"I have been seeing you since a month and just realised that I don't even know your name" I ask awkwardly .

"Its julia" she smiles and I smile back. "Done. You look perfect.' she says looking at me with satisfaction.

"Thank you" I checkout myself in the mirror and I gotta admit, I do look beautiful.

"My work is done and now I shall take my leave" she smiles and leaves. I look at the clock and its 6:55 pm, she is so punctual.

"Ma'am, Randhir Sir has arrived and he want to meet you " a lady knocks at my door.

"Yes. I am coming." I hate that guy.

I walk out of the room , through the corridor, down the stairs, to the visiting area . I enter the room to see Randhir standing near the mini bar, with a glass to something which looks like wine, looking the same breath taking handsome as ever. Shit ! he doesn't look handsome. He looks evil. Let me imagine him with horns. No, he looks devilishly hot with them. Ok no thinking about him.

He looks at me and smiles, he comes near me..... hell near to me and whispers in my ears "Missed me Sweetheart ?"

"I..I..I..." I stammer like an idiot. Well thats absolutely not my fault. This guy over here is so handsome that he is making me go weak on my knees. I hate him so much.

"I missed you too" he grins and kisses me..

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