Rehan's pov
Woah!!
She was loud.
So loud that even the host of the event, her senior, stopped talking and focused his attention from the stage to her shocked figure standing in the middle of the hall beside the table her friends were sitting on.
She looked cute with that dumbfounded face attached to that slim figure decked up in a short white and blue top paired with jeans.
But why I never saw this outfit in her wardrobe? Ahh..... She must have left them at her house after marriage. And now that she's back there, she started wearing them.
Well talking about her house, I remembered something.
I know she is going to be all irritated and angry with my presence in her workplace but.......
Serves her right though !!
For throwing me out of her house. But what is she going to do now as she can't throw me out from here since it's not in her hands.
The mere thought brought a teasing smile on my lips and I failed to hold myself back from sticking my tongue out to her.
Take it wifey........
Her lips parted and eyes widened in disbelief. I enjoyed how her expressions were making her look more adorable with each passing second.
To tease her furthermore, I took a quick glance of the people around me and raised my left hand waving a tiny Hi to her, to which she blinked before her mouth fell open wide at my stunt.
"Mrs. Kritika........ What is this behaviour?" Her senior asked, breaking our eye contact and making realization dawn upon her.
She finally noticed the large number of people staring back at her in weirdness along with her- oh I mean our senior who was still waiting for her answer.
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Humor"Tumhe maafi mangne par majbur na kr diya to mera naam bhi Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore nhi." "Aur agar usi the great Rehan Pratap Singh Rathore ko main ghutno par na le aayi to mera nam bhi Kritika nhi." ************************ "Tum to sirf ghutno p...