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"Hey, loser, stop plucking flowers from my garden" Annika marched out of her house while she shouted at a guy.
"Boy, this is not the first time I have been you plucking the flowers. I will complain if you won't stop doing it"
"They are just so pretty" Annika folded her arms near her chest, huffing in annoyance.
"So what if they are pretty? Would you like it if I pluck your head out?" Annika said, making no sense but at that, the boy's eyes widened. His six years old self was scared from her.
"I was making a flower braclet for you but the flowers keep on drying. I am Shivaay by the way" Annika looked at the dried flower braclet in his hand, she was too shocked to say anything.
"Those flowers are meant die after plucking"
"I did not know that"
Annika felt guilty for shouting at him unnecessarily. So she came forward, standing on her toes and giving him a small cheek kiss. Shivaay's eyes shot open, his cheeks turning red.
"Thankyou, Shivaay" With that Annika went away, leaving behind a startled Shivaay.
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They are just so cute, I just want to keep writing on chotu Shivika (:
