His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

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#Fun Fact- The Barbie doll’s full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts, from Willows, Wisconsin. Her birthday is March 9, 1959, when she was first displayed at the New York Toy Fair.

It was a sky blue amber day in January. The old typical white ambassador car parked in the front along with the rest cars welcoming the visitors. It was the early morning hours when all had assembled in the dining hall discussing the future of the newly married couple.

.....it had flown a month since their unexpected wedding and somehow they both were trapped with their webs of lies. Webs of lies resulted in being wedded. But the happiest of all was  Annika, it was a chance to move out of her overprotective mother. To open up her wings and feel the world, her hopes crashed as soon as it took off, her mother Arundhati wanted her son in law to stay with them as Ghar Jamai.

[Trans- son-in-law who stays at wife's house]

With her words, Shivaay overflowed his orange juice from the tumbler and had started sweating furiously, deep inside he knew he was extremely fearful of her, even more, or less than his jolly go Baade papa. Her being in political background weighted to it.  However, at the correct time, his supposed wife came to his rescue.

Arundhati only threatened. Even her kind words were like a warning.

"Aai we have different life over somewhere. Even he is needed to work, it wouldn't be nice if he stays here." Though Arundhati seems convinced with her words her face shrank by facing actuality. She realised, her daughter was grown up and didn't need her nor her ex-husband. Her daughter was ready to set to leave the nest in she grew up. Ready for leaving her parents, especially her Aai.

To Annika, overprotectiveness didn't mean being confined in goldenrods of a cage. She had enough freedom to decide on her life may be on crucial points like the subject she choose to study or the college she wanted however, she yearned to be like her friends.

Study. Enjoy. Meet each other.

But to Annika, it wasn't. Her mother decides on the clothes she would wear. Friends were good but only up to certain limits, these were the words Arundhati explained to her. Regardless of that, her father Harsh was a childlike, happy go guy unlike her strict mother and would enjoy night outings with her after sneaking out of the compound wall. He was her best friend she never had, at least she could say that considering having no close friends. She had them. But not too close to share her thoughts.

"How could you all team up against me? If you were not interested in marriage and all you should have informed me. Poor my son-in-law!" Arundhati passed an apologetic look to Shivaay, who was buttering up his toasted bread.

Arundhati's right-hand man, Prakash too had the same expression remembering him pulling Shivaay to get dressed up. Shivaay jacked up his head eying the mother-daughter getting ready for the verbal war.

His face told 'already-I'm-stuck-over-here-and-these-two-are-fighting'.

"I don't want to be in shadow by my husband's identity. I want to be known as Annika Gaikwad. Reasonably I didn't want to get married at all, if did, not before my thirty. But now I'm married." Annika yelled throwing her hands up in the air, her green glass bangles made a jiggling metallic sound with the movement.

"I'm sorry because of us you are stuck. And also I shouldn't have joined my daughter in those silly things. Those silly things ended up with you being really married. I'm sorry." Harsh came forward to Shivaay and apologised. Shivaay just stared at him, he was elder and was apologising to him. It wasn't acceptable. Not knowing how to or what to respond, he stayed still leaving his toast aside.