S : I'm tired of you. Please leave my life. Kill yourself dammit.
Shivaay talked intensely irritated with his new 27-inch iMac. All of a sudden, he heard some sound in distinct. From the creepy slow creaking door, he can conclude the person behind.
S : Annika, I'm trying to have a serious concentration on my work. Move out and shut the door.
Annika pouted and took fast strides towards him. Her right palm came covering his lips. His eyes widened in utter bewilderment.
She harshly turned his face towards her, and pressed her lips on his. After some tight seconds she left him. She again harshly turned his face towards the screen.
A : Okay. Back to work.
Annika left the room.
S : Fhat the—Babe....
Shivaay whined following her. Work can be damned, he need a good smooch from his wife.
A/N : I missed this book :)
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Gratitude, Love Comrade.
