When Mr.Rude Meets Ms.Love ✔

Chapter 15

Recap: They start to share the same bed - function

Sharan's POV:

Today is my angels' birthday. The only occasion that I celebrate in a year. This is a special day for all of us. I don't want my sisters  to miss out on any happiness in their life. A party has been arranged and the guests have been invited to come at six o'clock in the evening.

It is four o'clock already. On dad's insistence we have arranged the party at home. Angels' friends, teachers and acquaintances, everyone was invited. They were really happy.

Where is my wife? She is missing and I haven't seen her in the last few hours. Now I remember dad has appointed her as the organizer for this party and she is busy in making the arrangements. When I tried to help her she pushed me away saying that I am making a mess.

Idiot. I will not help her with anything, let's see how she does everything herself. But the thing is that she has proved herself already. Everything is so beautiful. Everything is so organized, I am proud of her. Wait, she teased me right? then why am I appreciating her? 

Anyways, I have no other job than to look at all the arrangements. 

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Ishana's POV

I was surprised when Sharan said that he will celebrate angels' birthday because he does not celebrate anything else. Appa told me later in the day that this is the only day that Sharan has been celebrating from the past ten years. We all went for shopping too. I love organizing things and I even kept him away when he offered to help me.

God! I can't tie these balloons on the window. I stood on my toes on the chair and tried to tie them. The chair started to creak when Sharan held the chair steady. He is glaring at me and I got down from my stand on the chair.

"Thanks" I said.

"For what?"

"For helping me?" I replied.

"Who helped whom? I was just making sure that my chair is alright" and it is my turn to glare at him.

"Hey why are you glaring at me. This is an antique chair, if something happens to it then I will break your leg. This is not a circus ring for you to perform your feats" he said making me grit my teeth. 

He continued with his stupid monologue,"Somebody said I don't want your help, Sharan" he made a poor imitation of my voice.

I didn't say anything and got back to my work. This day is not about Sharan, Isha. Concentrate and calm down. Before I could stand on the chair again, he took the balloons from me, more like snatched the balloons from me and tied them.

"How is it?" he asked smugly after tying them and I started clapping my hands.

"Wonderful! Marvelous! I have never seen such workmanship. Who's master piece is this? Who's magnum opus is this?" I made a big show, all my anger turning into a little too much sarcasm and he glares at me.

"This deserves some punishment" he said and started walking towards me. I know what punishment he is talking about.

"NO!" I shout as I cover my waist with the pallu of my sari and move away from him. I know that he is going to pinch me.