His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

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#Fun Fact- No word in the dictionary rhyme with the word orange.

"So both are married?"

"Yup."

"And you didn't inform us. Your besties, me or Sid."

"I didn't notify my family then do you think I intend to tell you."

"I had planned everything for your wedding. I would have danced throughout the baraat. You were my only chaddi-buddy."

[Trans- In Indian weddings, a celebratory wedding procession escorts the groom, who is traditionally on horseback, to the site of the wedding.]

[Trans- close friends.]

Annika rolled her eyes watching Siddharth weep, pointing his fingers, accusing Shivaay of his failed planning. Well till yesterday Annika had the best impression on Mallika, she thought her to be more sensible than the duffers however she was no less the two idiots.

"Mallika." Mallika stretched her arms as she introduced herself.

"Aree! Mallika nahi Annika." Shivaay facepalmed, hearing his wife. She shook her head and made a 'logic sign' the same as his cousin Rudra. He was reminded of him.

[Trans-Hey! It's not Mallika it's Annika.]

"Mallika meet Annika. And Annika she is Mallika. Understood?" Shivaay raised his left brow asking her as acknowledgement.

Nodding at him both Mallika and Annika greeted each other with huge smiles. After many years Annika felt like having a friend and Mallika's warming nature felt welcoming her. Without wasting a minute or so, Annika charged Mallika with a bone-crushing hug.

"Dude your wife is over-friendly like my girlfriend, Mallika. One day they would dump us for chit-chatting." Siddharth leaned closer to Shivaay and whispered in a minimal voice. Hearing him, Shivaay gave a stink eye and clenched his jaw tight, controlling himself not to beat up his shit.

"Zip it."

Following the past days, Shivaay had a certain image of Annika in his mind. He thought her to be bratty, non-friendly, a kid; who always seems to complain to her mother perhaps watching her mingle with Mallika at ease he realised this sketch was due to his interaction with her. Seeing her talk with his friends at the very comfortable, a small smile formed on his lips.

"Chalo, you both can have girly talks later but now hamen baat karane kee jaroorat hai. An important one." Sid shushed both the girls who were deeply in the conversation and gestured them to join.

[Trans- come. We have to talk. It's important.]

"So. The thing is, I couldn't manage this wedding because I was busy." Sid started, rubbing his nape with embarrassment. His ears tips were visibly light shades of rosy. Mallika hid behind her straight brown hair and drew away her eyes.

"No. You were busy fucking. Idiots" Annika suppressed her laugh as Shivaay mumbled under his breath.

"As I said." He cleared his throat. "I was busy, so I asked Shivaay to organize on my behalf. We had mutually pledged with me having eighty per cent and him getting twenty of the profit." Shivaay nodded his head understanding at Sid and decided to continue himself.

"And as Mrs Hitler-" his sentence halted in the midway as Annika whacked his arm and glared at him.

"She is my mother and your mother-in-law, behave well." Siddarth cooed, jumping at his seat seeing his girlfriend's best friend being dictated by his wife.

"Yeah I mean, Sid says Arundhati aunty wasn't satisfied. And by that, he isn't ready to give my twenty per cent of the share." Rolling his eyes, he added querulousness.