"You are such a big bastard Aditya..Just because you married me forcefully, So do you really think that I will accept you as my husband.. Huh nonsense.. I hate you.. I hate you Mr.Aditya Mehra with all my heart, mind and soul..."
Were her exact word...
She was going to sleep while covering herself with her hands because she was feeling cold when the nurse came back.. "Ms. this is food for relatives who stay at night..You might be hungry right..?" The nurse said and Mirae immediately looked at Aditya who was again pretending to sleep.
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She pointed at Aditya and asked,"Did he asked you to get this for me..?" she asked to the nurse..The nurse smiled and nodded.
Mirae smiled and thanked her..She even took food from her hand and she was feeling so happy that Aditya thought so much for her.
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She suddenly started crying unknowingly and came towards him and hugged him. "Thankyou Aditya..You are really one of a kind.." she said and Aditya almost stopped breathing due to the sudden hug.
Actually he was pretending to sleep and did not expected her to hug him suddenly..
She then broke the hug and went to sit on the same sofa..She started eating
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and within few minutes she was full. She threw the disposal plate and slept while smiling in the sitting position.
Later twice she woke up at night to feed Adwae but Aditya was sleeping soundly.. he really needed this sleep and was looking very exhausted.
Aditya woke up early in the morning the first thing he saw was Adwae sleeping soundly on Mirae's chest and Mirae sleeping while sitting.
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