So how will you explain this?" murmured Priyanka. Was it silly to tell him how much she loves him? How much she hates seeing him stand next to other women? She dropped her eyes to stare at the floor.
"Oh," Karan did not want to pry. He understood her cry. "Well.." he finally said "The woman downstairs isn't Aanya's mother. You should have waited for me to do the introduction."
"Really?" Her facial expression changed completely. Her lips parted but the words did not flow.
"Yes, Priyanka, yes" He sighed. "Do I have to deal with your jealously too?"
"I-i thought S-she was your..." Priyanka stammered. Her voice could barely entertain the new found joy. Karan held her hands and pulled her up. She avoided his gaze "I'm embarrassed."
Her husband turned awe on his face and folded her into his breast. To his amazement, she began to sob, softly to his chest "stop crying, curly hair. You are going to have a headache."
