"You are so lucky to be married to him. He's so awesome." My friend gushes as my husband pecks me on my head and walks away to mingle with his friends.
I nod as she continues to sing his praise. Sahil was the perfect husband after all. He pampered me so much and bought me everything that my heart desired. I was drenched in diamonds from head to toe and it was all because of him. My friends loved him and he was a darling off the press. Inspite of being a super star he was so modest and down to earth. Today we were at the success party of his latest movie. In a week's time the movie had made hundred crores and the producer had thrown him a lavish party. Almost everyone from bollywood was here and they continued to hug and congratulate him. Champagne poured like there was no tomorrow and the party was a huge success. The press was clicking away frantically as I slowly sipped on to some wine in the corner of the ball room.
I look around and see so many people. All dressed in riches. Black suits and couture gowns ruled the night and the click of high heels was drowned in the music being played. I look at my husband who is giving an interview now. How gorgeous he looked. Dressed in a crisp black well fit suit, his long frame looked so desirable. His neatly gelled hair shone under the paparazzi lights as he spoke with a smile on his face throughout. Ah, how much he loved the high life!
If only he loved me as much as this. I look around and can see the women he has been sleeping with. I look around and see my life shattered in front of me. I look around and feel so lonely amidst the huge crowd. My self respect is strewn all over the place and I can hear the hidden words when people praise my husband.
And yet here I am, pretending to be the perfect wife. Looking gorgeous and flawless for him. I had to right, after all I was the wife of the country's most popular super star.
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