S : Annika! Get me my watch!
Annika smiled, fixing the Rolex around his wrist.
S : Annika! Get me my phone!
Annika left a low key groan, whilst shoving the phone inside his pant pocket.
S : Annika! Get me a handkerchief!
Annika pouted in annoyance, and threw the kerchief on his face.
A : Go away, Shivaay Singh Oberoi!
Annika screamed before moving towards their room. She stomped her feet on the marble tiles when she heard his voice again.
S : Annika! Give me a kiss!
A : No! It's my favourite shade.
She chided. She can't spoil her admirable lipstick. No, a never.
S : Our new neighbour always kisses her husband when he leaves for work. Why don't you do that ?
A : How can I ? I don't even know him.
S : Wait! Hey! How dare you ? I'm talking about me! You ——
Annika chuckled whilst lightly slapping his cheek. Shivaay pulled her closer, and pressed his lips on hers. Annika chose her Shivaay over the shade, it seems!
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Gratitude, Love Comrade.
