His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

|A D D-O N| II

#Fun Fact - While you sleep you can’t smell anything – even really, really bad or potent smells.

It all started years ago.

I was twenty-two, acquiring the knowledge of sculpture making. That year I broke up with my long time girlfriend Riddima owing to our ego clashes and compatibility, fast forwards months later my best friend Ishana opened up her feelings for me. It wasn't a brotherly emotion instead, it was romantically brewing. I didn't say much more than not wanting to hurt her. Exactly hours later her confession I fell in love with a young girl.

Love at first glance.

She was young, immature, and chirpy. All I looked forward to in my future partner. Back then she had shoulder-length hair and a few bangs on her forehead making her irresistibly cute. What I didn't overlook was her marital status, it turned out that she was married. And was quite happy with that.

She wasn't more than my age.

But still.

Days flew with me trying to pass over that phrase of attractions and love that was brewing in my soul. The second time I darted her while graffitiing the street walls she was heartily laughing at some kid. It was deeply carved into my heart, back then.

The third time I saw her in my cousin's flat and arms to be precise. A piece of flesh was ripped off my heart. They were whispering something, which I don't remember now, wrapped around each other. It was then revealed that I was crushing on my sister-in-law, Shivaay's wife. When dad demanded answers from them, both disclosed that they were married for a few months.

Her name was Annika. Lovingly called Sonu by intimate people.

I inhaled deeply and rubbed my dampened cheeks after witnessing the revelation, ago. I felt betrayed when my younger brother also knew about this and not me. However, after properly hearing the truth from both sides, I concluded that I was wrong. My cousin Shivaay wasn't at fault too but he was scared. I realised.

I usually don't like advice. However, when she unknowingly advised me to give it a try in my relationship with Ishana, I reckoned. Maybe time was running out for me and Ishana decided to end her friendship with me and get married to her parent's wish. She went on ahead and asked me not to consider contacting her.

"I will always love you."

Her words still echo in my life.

Annika and Shivaay came over to stay with the entire family. I was suffocating with their loving glances, their constant bickering. They were the ideal couple for me. So one day I decided to move to Delhi to learn mural arts, mainly because I wanted alone time. Not that my parents or family didn't understand me they were understanding. I never told them the entire thing, I only had told them about Ishana.

A few months later I met Myra Pandit Another aspirant, years older than me who was wishing to learn about Mural arts. And within a click, our thoughts matched leafing us for a long conversation without a bumpy ride. As seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into months and months into years we turned out to be good pals. We did everything as partners would do but excluding loving each other.

Loving was something I still was figuring out. Like Shivaay said.

As the years rolled my visits to my family reduced, and my professional career was shaped well. I read each article honouring Annika -the youngest female Indian CFO- in the business paper. Shivaay had once told me that he would do everything in his hands to see Annika in a big position. Like he said he did it. I am proud of their achievements. Even Shivaay is no less, he started his restaurant, with more planning for chains and cookbooks.