Shades of LOVE

Lesson Well Learnt

Firstly, A very merry belated birthday my dear friend and banter queen Sara sara_shivika_. I am super duper bumper late with the gift, so forgive me, please. I hope you will like this one.

My first time in comedy after ages. So, please let me know how it is.

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With the sunshine kissing your face and the birds chirping is truly the best way one could wake up in the morning. Though the May sun is never much kind to anyone, still it shows some mercy till the late morning hours. So, as early as seven in the morning, the sunrays remain quite pleasant.

Only you wish because you weren't blessed with a wife like Annika Sh... um, Sirf Annika. Shivaay Singh Oberoi always learns things the hardest way possible. And so this lesson. Do Not Cross his wife, especially on the God forbidden special days of the month. That too, in the months of lockdown, when you practically have nowhere to escape. Even him going to the office won't work, not like he visits that sanctuary enough. Sanctuary, cause the Singh of Shivaay is able to breathe there, unlike his home where he is defined by his nickname. Poor man.

So what happened is, Annika Shivaay Singh Oberoi... again, Annika... only Annika was talking to her client Mr. Neil Roy when he kind of reacted.

The whole point was, Neil's hotel chain had been a hurdle for his hotel chain to expand for that; he is really not much impressed with the fellow guy. If that wasn't enough, this hot-blooded man had a bad habit of flirting with his beloved wife. Hence, being a very good husband that he was till last night, he stepped in. 

He kind of forced invited himself into the video call, chatted with Neil guy regarding all the nonsensical things that sounded stupid even to Annika, and kept calling her as Annika Shivaay Singh Oberoi every second minute. And that had irritated Annika.

It is not like she does not use his name even now. She understood that it was nothing to demean her efforts. It was just a way of showing she was his, assurance for him to let the world know that she was happily taken by him, and none had a chance on her. And she was happy to let hi have that assurance for himself. After all, that proud Shivaay Singh Oberoi is Shivaay Annika Singh Oberoi now. How? it was a story for another day.

But him constantly repeating that name over and over sounded as if he was rubbing that name on the guy to an extent Neil disconnected the call. Annika was absolutely embarrassed for embarrassing that guy like that, only if she knew his stares on her back. But, obviously, Annika will never listen to him. So as a punishment, Annika had slept with her favorite Pinky ma last night sending his father to sleep with him.

His father who kept snoring almost all night, and even turned the AC off early in the morning. So in short, his night was a nightmare. And he was very much excited about the day. Do not miss the sarcasm here.

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It was almost 12 at noon now that he entered his room for an important video conference with the ASR group. He only opened his closet to find his shirt only to see all the shirts go missing along with his blazers. At the same time, he heard some weird noise from the poolside.

If someone said all his hair were gone, no he means they turned white he would have been less heartbroken than he was at that moment. Seeing the scenery his instinct was to jump off from a cliff or cry pulling out his hairs. 

He couldn't believe it was his pool area, cause it was looking like a dhobi ghat at that moment. All his Armani suits hanging in front of his eyes. If that wasn't enough his dearest wife was busy washing his shirts in the pool water. Pool? It looked like a pond. 

Seeing him there Annika called him. "Shivaay see, you asked me to be productive in lockdown. So I washed your shirts. How is it?"

"Who told you that you can wash my shirts in the pond, I mean pool water?"  He looked like he will cry anytime soon. "Are you crying Shivaay?" Annika asked in such a sweet tone that can cause diabetes even to a low sugar patient. 

"Not till now Annika. I am still trying to figure out what should I mourn for? My shirts or my pool?"

"Awe Shivaay. How about you mourn for both? None should feel left outright... still?"

"You know I... still you have done it?" Irritated Shivaay was a treat to anyone's eyes. Truly.

"I so love to be called as Annika Shivaay Singh Oberoi repeatedly right Shivaay?"

With her sugary voice, he almost choked. He knew she will take revenge, but this wasn't her way.

"Why this? You could burn my toast or color my hair gel. Why this?

"Burnt was regular so I was looking for something hatke and that's when I called Khushi and she sent me the best video I have watched in my life." 

"Khushi?"

"Apki ASR ki biwi." (Your ASR's wife)

"Mrs. Raizada?"

He was shocked but Annika had already left leaving his half washed shirts to float on water. He was crestfallen. He heard from Arnav that his wife was also a unique woman like Annika but he always ignored. None can be as mad as Annika was what he thought. 

He heard a tune of Whatsapp notification. Opening he found a video with the following caption "Isn't the video amazing?"   Opening the video he found Mrs. Raizada washing her clothes in the pool water. 

For the first time, he felt a weird sadistic pleasure that someone else was also dealing with a weird crazy wife. At the same time, he pledged not to introduce his crazy wife with any of his associate's wife anymore. The lesson was well leant.

He just knew one thing. They had another member in their crazy girl gang after Annika and Mallika. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. 

The merciful God.