Shivaay held Annika's arm whilst talking over the phone. He mouthed her to wait. After some minutes, he held the call and pulled her closer.
S : Why my love is looking dull ?
A : Tch! It's 8 pm, Shivaay.
S : So ?
A : Shivaay, it's 8 pm. Tomorrow it's gonna be Monday. I'll miss our Sunday.
S : Annika, you're being sad as if you're going to get on your on feet in the early morning.
A : I'll miss you, Shivaay. When Monday begins, you'll become office sick.
Shivaay smiled before hugging her closer.
S : I love you, Annika.
A : I love y—-wait!
She withdrew from the hug and stared at him.
S : What ?
A : Did you just called me a good-for-nothing ?
S : I did not!
A : Then what did you mean by as if you're going get on your feet in the early morning ?
S : It was—I—-that was a—-Annika, I can explain.
A : Explain. Now!
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Gratitude, Love Comrade.
