His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

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#Fun Fact- Hair and nails grow faster during pregnancy.

He groaned.

Leaning on the door frame, he waited for another few minutes. He was waiting for his crazy wife, who had asked him to take her to the nearest shopping centre. Courtesy, she wanted to prepare delicious food for her beloved father-in-law who was supposed to join her for the afternoon lunch.

"Annika it's more than five minutes now. I'm leaving you if don't come the next second." Frustrated at her, he banged the door frame and yelped in pain when he hurt himself.

"Where are your lower pants?" Shivaay asked seeing her in only a long shirt. Her long, tender legs caught his interest. He was no sane person even though staying with a girl for the first time since his younger days. Mallika was his only female friend with whom he was comfortable and didn't create difficulties.

"See?" Hearing him she rolled her eyes and raised aloft hem of the shirt glimpsing the short denim. "This is trendy. Don't act like a grandma."

"I'm not acting like a granny, but I'm a man. And it's tempting." Whimpering looking at her long legs, he drifted his eyes trying not to catch a sight of her.

"Good to hear. My husband does feel too." Air kissing him from a meter of the distance she winked at him making him furthermore crazy.

"Come, let's go." Pushing her aside he closed up the door, locking it. He turned to face her, he noted that she had only shoulder-length hair and he had never observed before. Brushing his thoughts away he guided her to the exit.

The supermarket they were going to was not too far, walkable distance to say. He felt like banging when she was behaving like a kid, flapping her hands with excitement perhaps somewhere he knew he was liking her. Not as his wife-not yet but definitely as a human being. He loosened up at her when she delicately balanced her words and actions with his father, he admired her boldness and bluntly attitude which he wasn't fond of.  Since his childhood, he was taught to be well-behaving, to be soft-spoken but unusually with her, he glimpsed another version of himself.

Truth to be told he did enjoy the banters with her.

"So what are you planning for lunch?" Coming out of his thoughts he inquired of with raised brows.

"I'm cooking a sandwich. Whole wheat bread with jam. Tada." She screeched leaning to his ear. He rubbed his exterior ear and shot an intensified glare at her.

"That's not called cooking. Although you boasted yourself in front of papa." He suppressed his laugh.

"It's an art. An art of spreading jam." Closing her eyes visualizing the scene in front she explained with an animated look.

Chuckling at her, Shivaay pushed the sliding door and entered the supermarket. He held the door wide-open until Annika came into the scene with a cart being pushed.

He asked her to take whatever she wanted when she didn't understand the context he flustered before explaining about the toiletries, he wanted her to discern. Flickering and fake glaring at him, she continued to search for certain things she wanted.

Shivaay jolted when his phone vibrated underneath his pants. He lightly throbbed seeing his mother-in-law call him again after a day. The last time she had ringed, she had blasted on him and advised him to take care of her daughter.

"Shiv? How are you? Is your work going on nicely?" Hearing her soft tone he again checked out the contact number guessing it to be the wrong number.

"Shiv? Are you there?" Gulping the chunk formed, he positioned his phone near his left ear.