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"Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror.
"They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers.
"But they don't have the fragranc...
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"Hey, Sister-in-law!" Sid greeted as he stepped into the house.
"Hey, Brother-in-law! What's up?" I said, looking up from my crosswords. Agastya was sitting on the sofa next to me, reading his book.
It was an absolute quiet evening. Agastya was home on time, I finished my work and was home early. We cooked dinner together and afterwards were enjoying each other's company in absolute silence until, of course, Sid arrived.
"Someone is in a good mood!" Agastya teased without looking up.
"You are such a bad mind-reader, brother!" He went inside his room and came out with a bottle of hair oil in his hand. "Head massage?" He asked me, keeping the bottle on the table.
"You want me to give you one?" I asked, confirming.
"If you don't mind." He said, sitting down on the floor ahead of me.
"Of course." I wrapped the newspaper back and took the bottle.
My phone pinged with a message within a few seconds. The notifications said it was from Agastya. I looked up at him. He had this little smirk on his face.
'Don't give him my special massage.'
I bit my lip hiding the blush appearing on my face.
'Of course not, that's exclusive for you.' I typed back.
Getting bold!
He hid his face behind his book after he read the message, making me chuckle.
"Bhabhi, what does a woman want?" Sid questioned as I was gently trying to massage his scalp.
"Everything okay there?" Agastya asked, peeping out of his book.
"Yeah, that's a loaded question, Sid." I added.
"Just felt like asking..." He replied.
"Um, there's no right answer to this." I spoke after a little bit of thinking.
What does a woman want? Who thought about it ever?
"Then give me the most common answer." He countered.
"A few words of genuine appreciation when she cooks, a 'I'm all ears!' when she too had a tough day, holding hands while walking on the road, eyes for her and only for her, a box full of compliments when she gets ready, especially for you, again genuine compliments. Or a 'Damon Salvatore gaze' would be much appreciated when he saw Elena Gilbert walking in--"
"The Mikaelson party!" He finished my sentence. "Fuck! You have watched TVD?"
"Who hasn't from our generation? And I am not finished yet!"
"Sorry, continue!" He cleared his throat.
"And the 'Darcy hand flex' when she removes her hand from his hold! Pretty much that's all a woman wants."
