His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

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#Fun Fact-There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.

Jumping out of the cab Shivaay inhaled profoundly gripping his little bag dangling on his one shoulder. The dark envelope covered the sky, the stars were visible and the half-broken moon followed him from Thane to Mumbai, as a vivid adherent. As a child, he always guessed that the moon was his maternal uncle who was following him to safeguard him from the demonic world. Perhaps with the years forward, he got to know what science was. What orbiting objects were. Remembering his adventures as a kid he giggled internally not wanting to explain to others.

"Happy married life Sir Ji." He shut his eyes exhaling the puff. Rolling his tongue on the inner walls of his cheeks, he mumbled a low 'thank you' to the taxi driver and turned to his right, where Annika stood.

She was chewing her lips as the driver wished. She was anxious. Nervous. And whatnot. Tugging her hands with his, he led the way through the corridor of an old apartment.

'Shantiniketan Apartment'.

It was old, shabby needed immediate paints. Passing the long corridors Shivaay marvelled how people recognised them as newly married. He wondered if the clothes added the voice to their words, though he wore a black turtle neck shirt paired with raven and grey block printed pants.

Glancing at her he observed, her fingers clenched the handle of her small suitcase, the henna art on her hands were fading only parts of the remnant stayed. Her green glass bangles were reduced in numbers though they lingered with other gold bangles. Leaving her hands, there were no symbols noticeable as a married woman. Her beige coloured front peplum blouse had extensively covered her neck. Black Boots her feet. Torn black jeans her lean legs.

"Did you study your bachelor in Mithibai college? If not, where did you find that name to get stuck?" Hearing her questions after a long day, he cleared his throat to speak.

"I did BBA in Queen's University, Canada. Later had no involvement in my master studies, so I quit it. Then went to Italy for my culinary arts school." He explained, walking beside her. "Somehow considering my bad luck, I found myself saying that college." He tried to glare at her watching her burst out laughing clutching her stomach

"What the hell man? You did your studies in different parts of the country and still, stay in this broken flat." She widened her sides as he halted at one of the doorsteps and began searching for keys in his luggage.

"I'm not bratty like you." He pointed his keys at her and continued glaring at her. "What should I do when my family has kicked off me? I'm not supposed to enter Oberoi Mansion till the challenge is completed or on the verge, I decide to quit."

Turning away from her he focused his sole concentration on the door and keyhole. Inserting the long key into the keyhole he twisted it hard. When unlocked he pushed the door applying all the strength with his upper part.

"Without any dramas get in. Don't expect me to do your Graha Pravesh." He mumbled aloud removing his shoes and arranging them in a rack in the side.

[Trans- a Hindu ceremony performed on the occasion of an individual's first time entering their new home.]

"Imagine if the door had a mouth. It would have pleaded, cried in pain after you kicked bechara door." Annika tsk-tsked throwing off her boots in the hallway and jumped on the little thick sofa. She groaned on the sofa.

[Trans- helpless]

"No thanks. You talk nonstop, at least I can tolerate the door, not you." Annika sat up straight testing her mouth as he taunted her. Having no other comments to pass on, she decided to relax a bit before nodding off.  Loosening her long ties of the blouse, she stood up shaking her hands and legs relieving from the long journey.