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"When Majesty Was Just a Munchkin!"
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The day began like any other, But hukum-sa was buried under a mountain of files, while I, ever the optimist, decided today was the perfect day to drag him to the temple. Why? To thank the Almighty for all his successes. Dressed in my bright yellow Ghagra-choli, I marched into his study like a sunflower on a mission.
Still, 51 apologies remain, and I've made it my personal mission to deny him the grand prize: a kiss on the lips. And oh, what a week it's been! He's pulling out all the stops, bending over backward, practically competing in a husband Olympics, just for one measly kiss. A part of me thinks, "Poor hukum-sa," but honestly? Teasing him like this has become my guilty pleasure. Watching my grumpy husband turn into a dramatic Romeo; totally worth it!
"Suniye raj, hume mandir leke chaliye!"
"Raj, listen, take me to the temple!" He didn't even look up. His pen was moving furiously over some documents, his brows furrowed as if he was solving a national crisis.
"I'm getting late, Siya. Take Rithvik with you," His tone was curt, businesslike; typical. I stood there, glaring at him. Did he just—? Oh, he did. He told me to take Rithvik.
"Rithvik se shaadi nahi kiye hain hum!"
"I didn't marry Rithvik!" Hearing my slightly raised voice, his hand stopped. He looked up with raised eyebrows, the surprise on his face so evident it could've been framed. For a split second, his serious Raja aura cracked, and I could see him processing my words.
"Accha?"
"Oh, really?" The corner of his lips twitched like he wanted to smirk but was holding back.
"Chaliye fir."
"Let's go, then," He grabbed his keys and made it halfway to the door before I squinted my eyes.
"Rehne dijiye! hum Rithvik ko lekar chale jayenge!"
"Leave it! I'll go with Rithvik!" I said, turning away with a huff. He froze mid-step, glanced at me, and shrugged. The man had the audacity to leave it at that! He simply walked toward the door again, might to roar his car engine, sacrificing his works, choosing peace over an argument. I fumed silently.
"Suniye!"
"Listen!" He paused and turned, raising an eyebrow. His silence was infuriating, yet oddly endearing.
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