His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

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#Fun Fact- Many feet' bones don't harden until you're an adult.

Juggling with numerous countable bags in his hands Shivaay hurriedly walked into his flat pushing the door wide open. Sensing an unusual silence creeping in the hall he halted his steps to glance around. Usually, every day this particular duration he was met with his wife dancing crazily on one of the sofa seats to her favourite actor's -particularly Hritik Roshan- songs. Much to his discontentment, she has been crushing over an oldie of 48 years. It was all okay until admiring perhaps it crossed all limits when she suggested that Hritik was Greek God and more importantly handsome, than him, her husband.

Yuck.

Accumulating his non-topping off thoughts he peeked at her room from the half-opened door. Setting up the bags in the kitchen countertop Shivaay made his way to her room.

Her room was better than yesterday. Books in their places, clothes not fittingly around the floor, the sheets of bed was in the best interest of his wife.

"Hi!" Initiating the conversation he carved his way out in her fluffy white bed. Sensing the surface scooping due to his weight Annika jacked her head up to see his charming face, she scrunched her eyes with the bright lights emitted from windows.

"Hmm." Not bothering to respond to him, she crawled to him and hugged him clinging like an overpriced cat.

All was new to him with Annika. Everything with her was a good little original experience. Be it her clingy self, her tempered nature or glittery feel with her as both showed their passion for each other with their kisses he did enjoy it all. And today wasn't unexpected, but her manner was not favourable.

Wrapping his arms around her baggy shirt, he cooed her. Her petty figure moulded well into his masculine sculpture. Pushing her bangs of hair, he rested his chin on her shoulder and swirled her shoulder-length hair as she continued to pout.

"Why isn't Kaho Naa...Pyar Hai playing in the background? Did you get bored of that man?" He raised his voice.

"You jelly?" And that was the climax of her horrible mood and she veered around to look at his furrowed kitted face. Bringing up her well-trimmed eyebrows she extensively looked at him, finding for an answer.

"Jelly? As in fruit jelly-like raspberry one?" He inquired with his traditional confused kitted face. His blue-green eyes travelled all her face in an attempt to figure out her mean.

"Nope, you buddhu. As in jealous. As in you are envious of Hritik because your wife loves him more." Imitating his procedure of explaining Annika whirled around to look at his flushed face.

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"It's not love. It's crushing. And both are different." Biting his inner surface of cheeks Shivaay retorted back with a shrug.

"Opps. My jelly bean looks cuter than before." Unable to control his growing cuteness Annika pinched his cheeks and placed a loud and clear kiss just above his lips.

He lamented.

Just miss. It was supposed to be a French kiss with his tongue dancing with hers in synchronisation with their lips. Moulding like a perfect jigsaw puzzle. However, with Annika as his wife, nothing was normal and everything was extraordinarily done with suspense and thrill added like a seasoning.

Snorting at her, he grabbed her by the waist and tightened his grip around. In no instant, his lips were pummeled into hers. Edging wasn't something he was experienced in and he wasn't a decent man shown in series having enormous self-control.