Chapter 33

“Anjali. Meet my wife, Drishti. Drishti this is our receptionist Anjali,” Shravan made the introductions as he stood up from his chair.

“Hello Anjali. I told you I’m his wife. But you didn’t believe me.” Drishti said.

“Sorry Ma’am. We weren’t aware that Sir got married.”

“Nobody knows. We eloped and married,” Drishti said and Shravan stared at her in horror.

“Anjali. You can get on with your work,” Shravan dismissed his receptionist and turned to Drishti.

“Why did you lie?”

“You are the one who told me to keep the circumstances of the marriage a secret. So people will wonder why nobody knows about our marriage. So I thought the story of elopement would sound nice. I even have a story planned in my mind,” Drishti said excitedly.

“Really? Please do share the story with us too,” Mithran asked in amusement.

“You really want to know? Great,” Drishti took a chair next to Mithran and started narrating a story about how some goons kidnapped he