My Husband’s Mistress

Its like “Oh my God, the worst has happened!”.. After a two month stay in another country (the country being called the US of A), all a woman can ask for from her man is a warm hug, a i-missed-u-so-much kinda kiss, and many bags, shoes, chocolates, perfumes, cosmetics n all… I got all of these except for the hugs n kisses… When I saw him at the airport, my heart was thumping mighty hard.. I was like “here he comes”… N he did… The man who I want to spend the rest of my life with… I was full of mush…

Suddenly I noticed that he had all his attention towards something (someone) else. Then I saw her.. All sleek, slim n amazingly beautiful and wrapped in my hubby’s arms! Seductress! Lets face it, I AM YET TO SEE ANYTHING THAT CAN BEAT HER BEAUTY!… Ram had all his eyes, hands, ears, nose, tummy, EVERYTHING just for her… Here I was, waving like a maniac saying “Its me, its me, dont u recognize me?”… One look at me n he says “Hey, meet my muse”…

Shattered, battered and jealous… Thats what I feel these days… Oh BTW, u wanna see how she looks like? Like this:

They call her Fender Stratocaster. Saturdays n Sundays were so much fun before she came into Ram’s life… Now its MORE FUN!! About 3-4 continuous hours of jamming sessions.. But the only hitch is Im not allowed to touch the Fendy.. Coz of the warning that Ive been given “U want to avoid any unpleasant conversation with me, DO NOT COME NEAR HER”.. Now its back to Metallica… Bye people…