Married To A Stranger

Sreesha Pov:

“I don’t mind having loads of kids, maybe an 11? so we could create an Indian cricket team?”

I was startled at the familiar voice but composed myself and turned my gaze to everyone they’re all busy with their little chat well except Veni. She was looking at the baby longingly. I turned my attention towards my husband who’s now beside me with a smirk on his face.

“Only 11? I thought we’re going to have 12 kids, like a dozen. I don’t like odd numbers Karthi makes it 12 so we can have an even number of kids” I said like it was the most obvious thing. The look on his face was priceless. He thought I would fall for his words and feel shy like other girls.

My poor husband!

He doesn’t know who he’s dealing with I thought smirking.

If I was the same Sreesha before marriage, I would’ve either panic or feel shy for his words depending on his behavior.

But give me some credit guys, I’m spending enough time with mom to get some of her craziness. *winks*

“What?” He yelled gaining everyone’s attention to him.

Uh-oh, now they’re going to interrogate us!

“Karthik, when did you come? Why are you shouting like that? Keep your voice low, you will wake the baby” Mom asked him with a knowing smile.

This woman can read anyone easily, Be careful with her Sreesha my inner self-warned me.

A ring of mobile phone diverted their attention to Veni. She frowned looking at the caller’s name. She excused herself for a minute to attend the call and returned with a scowl and disappointed face. She was glaring at the phone as she was ready to kill the person on the other side and mumbled some profanities under her breath.

‘I shouldn’t have given him this address’ she mumbled under her breath.

I wonder who is this ‘him’. She was the most matured and collective one, should I say sane one in our group but what the hell happened to her? She never used a bad word and she was not the one to blame others. I wonder what happened in these three months. It’s quite hard to get information from her. Niya and I shared a look and smirked. Who knows this ‘he’ might be the one for her? Maybe she was trying to fight the attraction between them? I might play cupid role and get them together.

Another love story on the way I thought of doing a happy dance inside.

“What happened Veni?” I asked her about giving her my best innocent face.

“Aadhya’s father” she mumbled.

Aadhya? Who is this Aadhya again?

“Who’s Aadhya, Veni?” I asked frowning.

“What the? What are you doing when I was talking about the baby? Didn’t I tell you that her name is Aadhya and she’s 2 months 15 days old? And she lost her mother the day she born?” She yelled.

I was stunned at her voice. She was never the one to raise her voice at anyone. Not even the pricks who teased her in college. But why now? Aadhya started wailing in my hands and started crying, she lost her mother? No one deserves that. That did it, Veni stared at her and literally snatched her from me and started cooing her. She took a bottle of milk from the baby bag which I didn’t notice until now and began feeding her like a mother.

“I’m sorry Sreesha, I don’t mean to snap at you like that, it’s just that I don’t want to let her go. Her father is on his way here to pick her up” Her phone rang again.

“It must be him” she mumbled and stood up carefully with Aadhya in her hands. She gently patted her back so that she could burp easily and left to give the baby to her father.

After 5 minutes she entered with a blank face and apologized to everyone for her rude behavior. She went to Niya and Veni’s room saying she’s not hungry. All of us sighed at once. Karthik was giving me ‘what the hell just happened’ look. Sure, she’s not close to Karthik like Anju and Niya but they’re civil.

“Okay, Sreesha comes to help me in the kitchen and Karthik go and fresh up you stink,” mom said trying to lighten the situation. He gave her a small smile and left, still with a confused look on his handsome face.

I obeyed mom and went to the kitchen to start cooking. Everything is arranged and ready to cook. Mom must have done this to make work easy for me.

“She’s treating the baby like her own” mom said standing beside me. I gave her a confused look.

“I know it might sound crazy, but Veni is too attached to Aadhya like she’s her own daughter. The way she looked at you when you’re cooing her with jealous filled eyes answered many unasked questions of mine. That is the reason for her to snap at you because she didn’t have enough time to spend with her and the baby looks comfortable with you” she explained patiently.

“You mean to say that she’s obsessed with the baby?” I asked her frowning.

“No. It’s not obsession Sreesha, it is called mother’s love. The jealousy that she feels is because she loves Aadhya like her own” I nodded trying to understand what she said, “you’ll understand when you have your own kids” she said winking.

“Oh, and Sreesha I don’t mind a cricket team of grandkids” she winked and left while I was stunned at my place.

How the hell does she know? She might place a microphone on me for sure! I wonder if her ears were made of some strange material or she must be a werewolf.

Wait! If she was a werewolf there is a chance my husband will be one of them too. It will be cool to ride a werewolf, Karthik will allow me to take me on a ride with him in his wolf form, right?

‘Tell me again why do I have to be your brain again? It would be great to be a mad man’s brain than to be yours’ my stupid brain snapped at me.

What is wrong with thinking of my husband as a werewolf? It would be really cool, and I’m obsessed with Twilight thing and drool over Jacob. Karthik being Karthik hide all the Twilight series CD’s just because I was admiring Jacob. Is it my crime to admire him many people do?

‘Like your possessive husband would allow you to look at another man. He’s behaving like a possessive Alpha male’ my brain chided. I couldn’t agree with her less.

‘See, you’re also comparing him to werewolf I thought smirking at myself.

God! Can I be any weirder than this?

“I doubt that” a voice near my earlobe caused me to shriek.

“God, Sree keep your voice low. Mom would be here in no time if you keep on shrieking like that.” Karthik said circling his hands around my waist blowing air on my earlobe. A shiver ran through my spine and goosebumps appearing on my skin in no time.

God! Is he trying to kill me?

He then started pestering kisses on my neck from behind making it really hard to breathe.

I wish we’re in our home so no one would disturb us.

”I wish we’re in our home too sweetheart” he mumbled. I must have said that aloud but who cares?Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“What were you thinking before I came here? You’re calling yourself weird. It’s not like I don’t agree with you but tell me what’s the reason. I’m curious” he asked still torturing me with his kisses.

A good kinda torture.

“I was thinking about Jacob in the Twilight series. You know the shirtless one who’s hot and-” he didn’t let me finish my sentence. He silenced me with his lips. Why the hell did I always fail to explain about his kisses? It’s like with each kiss it’s getting even better. Better than the kiss we shared before. He pulled away placing his forehead on mine.

“Talk about him again I’ll punish you,” he thinks this is a punishment? I smirked.

“But he’s really way hotter when he’s -” this time it is not a gentle kiss like before. It is rough and way more exciting than the before one. It does feel like a punishment, but I love to be punished this way.

From when I started thinking like that?

A sound of clearing throat makes me jump away from his hold. A smirking Niya came into view with mom, who closed her eyes tightly.

“Guys, please keep it PG13 we cook here. It’s not your bedroom” Niya said smirking.

“Please tell me they’re decent, ” mom said still closing her eyes. Like she didn’t see anything.

She’s indeed a drama queen.

Karthi cursed himself under his breath while I glare at him. I told him to stop.

‘Yeah, and pigs can fly!’ My enemy mocked me.

“Sreesha, go and get ready while my dear son here helps me in cooking, ” she said smirking at him.

“What? Why?” He asked as if she asked him to murder someone.

“Because I said so. Sreesha now go, shoo” she literally shooed me out of the kitchen. Niya was giggling uncontrollably while wiggling her eyebrows at me. I shook my head and thought to wait until you get married, then I’ll be the one laughing at you.

I got ready with a saree that mom placed on my bed and went downstairs, the guest is already here. A familiar figure arrived in front of me giving me a big bear hug. Tej.

I turned around and saw a person who I never thought I would get a glimpse of him in my lifetime.