His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

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#Fun Fact- The Chenab bridge is found in the Jammu and Kashmir area of India, and crosses over the river Chenab (hence the name).

........his vision blurted out however he still took a stronghold on his way. White clouds hazed, his head weighed heavy, his dizzy structure added a lot more than he thought. He regretted having joined Sid in his crying session. He admitted guilty for drinking on his way home to reach someone who is waiting for him for celebrating their two month anniversary. Alas, all of the deeds were committed and he was only waiting for the results.

Rubbing his murky eyes he steadily walked to the cab he had booked after lots of struggle. In his early school days, he had discovered that after consumption of alcohol the person reacts to the senses 0.1 seconds later, thus allowing problems in coordination.

Incoordination. To be specific.

Brushing his thoughts on he headed to the particular taxi he had booked. Sitting comfortably on the back seat he shut his eyes and opened the window for fresh air sensing his urgency to vomit. By the end of ten minutes ride, he didn't even realise that the previous driver was gone. And two other figures sat forward.

As soon as reaching the desired location he stuffed a few notes in the driver's hands not that he couldn't use his internet banking however considering his lack of restraint. Not even realising he leaned on the huge bulky figure next to him as he climbed up the steps.

Two minutes later when he cleared his vision he was straight ahead of his flat, alone. The huge man seemed to evaporate from the world. Guessing it to be his one of illusions after a drunk night he vigorously and impatiently knocked off the door.

"Coming!" A screech tone was heard until the door was open.

"My God Shivi? Gross this smell? Are you drunk?" Fluttering his eyelashes he keenly observed who was the person shouting. Fortunately, it was his wife. He scanned her from top to bottom, she was sexy. Her lean legs caught his attention as soon as he looked at her nonetheless the thoughts were disturbed when she shook him energetically.

Understanding from his composure she supported him to stand and tried guiding him inside the flat. With her efforts, he was almost in but deliberately he stayed strong ground. Seeing his stubbornness she switched her head in his direction and raised her brows.

"Sid w-as crying alo-ne. I t-hougt of givi-ng co-mp-any to him." He tried explaining with his slurred speech. Nevertheless, Annika wasn't pleased with that.

"Will you get inside?" She coldly asked to step away from him leaving him in his pudding knees and crossed her arms across her chest.

"One ki-ss, I will do everything my wife asks." He giggled sensing it laughable but halted when she glared at him.

"I will tell my palms to kiss your handsome jaw. In our language, it's called a slap." Hearing her he pouted pushing his lower lip out.

"Plea-se-"

Watching the not so innocent face of her husband she tiptoed on her toes and kissed his cheeks.

"Get inside now." As she commanded he again pulled his childish nature, nodded his head in negatively and grumpily turned his face away from her.

Stubbornness runs in the veins of Oberoi and it was obvious that Shivaay wasn't ready to back out. Seconds passed by minutes his bullheadedness never faded. Giving up on him Annika sighed in defeat and sensing this as a great opportunity to take vengeance on her morning acts Shivaay leaned forward. Annika could sense his hot breath, well actually bad gust on the borderline of her lips. She sealed her eyes as soon as the heat radiated between them, her chest raised with deep inhalation only to receive a peck just above her upper lips.