Anika emerged from the washroom and inspected the outfit Dadi bought, it was a beautiful Red Saree with golden border... but the problem with it was It is a Saree...and Anika didn't know how to wear that long endless thing...Though being a designer, she has designed many Sarees...but never learnt to wear it...Living in Paris, it never occurred to her to learn or wear anything traditional and only became a job to design the beauty they make.

She quickly called Priyanka for help, alas Priyanka had gone out for some important college work...Then she called Ishana but got disappointed again as she was at her home...

Lastly she called Soumya finger crossed...and finally was able to sigh in relief after knowing she is coming to help her.

Shivay ended his call came back only to find her in a bath robe with wet hairs...

She was not leaving any chance to make his heart race...Shivay was more confused and agitated by seeing this bold side of his wife...

Shivay- Why are you standing like that...?? Didn't you like the outfit??

Anika- I liked it...but the problem is, I don't know how to wear the Damn thing. Do you know??

Shivay- What....No....But why don't you know you are a girl, you should know.

Anika(sarcastically) - Ya right.....Because I am a girl I should know to wear saree, to make food.... Mr.husband its not 18th century anymore where women are only home maker!! And if you wanted a typical housewife then, I am sorry you made a very wrong choice.

Shivay- I didn't mean that. But you know what I can try to help you with the saree....he said hesitatingly.

Anika- No need, Saumya is coming...You can go down......Acchoo...She said sneezing

Shivay- Your hairs are dripping wet, you should have dried them...see now you are catching cold.

Anika- Sneeze...I don't...sneeze...need your advice...sneeze...and why are you still here...??sneeze...Go down...sneeze.

Shivay quickly turned off the air conditioner and moved near her,
Shivay(keeping finger on her lips)- Shh...kitna bolti ho tum...Air conditioner was at very low temperature, you will get sick...now come on sit I will dry your hair...

Anika- But we don't have hair dryer...

Shivay- Dadi ka style...

He took the towel and started drying her hair.

Anika eyes moistened remembering how her mother used to do the same when she was a little girl.

Shivay- Done...he said happy with his work.

Anika- Why are you doing all this?? You married me for your selfishness...now why are you behaving like You Care For Me?? Why are you faking all this...??

Shivay(intense emotional look)- I m not faking anything...I know I married you for my selfishness...but I do care for you immensely...you are my life now...and I promise you to always keep you happy, I will always be loyal to you even if you decide to leave me...I won't ever marry again. FOR ME YOU ARE THE ONE...

He said intensely looking into her eyes without blinking.

Anika(faking a laugh)- You are talking as if you are in love with me.

Shivay- What if I am?? And I can see in your eyes that you are attracted to me too...Then why can't we give each other a chance and see if we are truly made for each other..
Both were lost in each other eyes for the moment...
The eyelock was broken by the knock on the door.

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