Force Feeding Arnav at AR Fashion

He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to process the image of his wife sitting in his cubicle, at AR, with a three tiered dabba. She had immaculately opened each single compartment and placed it on his desk. In the middle of the designs for the next fashion show.


Hey marched up to the glass door, and pushed it open. The smell of oil which emanated from his desk filled him.


He opened his mouth to yell,


“What the..”


The enlarged image of Khushi’s hand, with some liquid dripping on his lush carpets, right in front of his face blurred his vision. Khushi had walked up to him with a hand protruding out to his face. She stuffed a bite of roti dipped in Indian veggies in his mouth.


“Now, don’t say thank you darling. I am just doing my duty as your wife.”


He chewed angrily as he saw Khushi turn around to cast a smile to his entire staff who were blatantly staring, with their eyes wide open, and with absolutely no effort to hide their curiousity, into their boss’s cabin.


3 thoughts on “Force Feeding Arnav at AR Fashion

  1. guturgutur November 29, 2012 at 6:24 PM Reply

    the swami phase, i take it?

  2. alex November 14, 2012 at 12:39 AM Reply

    Made me lol 😀

  3. lista de email August 8, 2012 at 2:58 AM Reply

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