His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

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#Fun Fact- Baby rabbits are called kits

Flexing his muscles looking onto the glass reflection, Rudra drew out the breath he was holding seeing his muscle the same as before. Not a hairsbreadth reduced, to his amazement. He grinned with the physical look he had, he was more handsome and athletic than his two brothers. With immense satisfaction, he grabbed his sling bag and threw it over his one shoulder and walked down, only to meet his stern-faced father.

"No bunking. If you do, I will get to know about within minutes. And after classes, you will come to me at the office and show me your notes. Got it?" Rudra nodded his head with sadness engulfing him.

He knew agreeably not to disagree with him, analyzing his father's unpleasant mood and he was wrong here. Remembering, yesterday's events he shook his head not wishing to revisit his empty stomach when his breadbasket roared in longing. His father like he called him Amrish Puri had got hold of him when he was striving to dodge with his chote papa's incident and as a penalty, he was not allowed to have his protein shake and his favourite chole bhature, when it was his cheat day.

[Trans- Chickpea Curry with Fried Flatbreads.]

Grimacing at the notions he hurried to his college with his newest bike his father had gifted him for passing his high school with mediocre marks, than going awry. Reaching his college parking lot, he sighed in relief believing that he can join the first lecture without any delay.

"Hey, Rudy!" He swivelled hearing a familiar tone, and to his surprise, it was his senior Annika.

Wearing a white men's Allen Solly sports pullover paired with black torn jeans she looked great, regular. But what caught his attention was the label which read 'I'm the chef get over it or get outta a kitchenette' with a customised signature of a celebrity chef he was unknown to.

"This hoodie? Where did you get from Sista?" He asked with his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

"Ohh this one." She tugged her pullover hoodie while showing him with enthusiasm. "It's my husband's. And I stole it from his wardrobe." Winking at him she grinned.

"Ohh. Even my brother has the exact one. He is himself went on to get the signature of his Italian idol." Rudra furrowed his brows still not buying the words which slipped out her mouth.

"What's your plan today?" Annika asked brushing her fingers with the hoodie she wore.

"Nothing much. I'm supposed to attend lectures and finish my notes. My father has demanded it strictly." Rudra voiced out his saddened emotions.

"Okay then, you have an ordinary routine. I'm going on a date with my husband. See your afternoon." Still having doubts heeding to her hoodie Rudra tried moulding at her with all different thoughts spiralling around him.

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Where the hell is my white hoodie?

Shivaay opened up the washing machine midsection searching for his missing piece of cloth. That to his favourite one, specially designed as per his zest.

Not excavating it, he went on to check the time. It was nearing fifteen minutes past four-thirty and he was supposed to pick his wife from her college in the next few minutes. Scampering his look he stepped out of the flat locking it securely and moved out to the entrance of the apartment complex. He waited at the nearest cafe which was his landmark to be picked up by a cab he booked.

The ride to her college was silently odd. His skin discharged the surplus water in form of sweat, swallowing greedily the chunk formed in his throat he scooted out of the cab paying his fare.