A : Shivaay. Marry me ?
S : No.
A : Shivaay, I'll keep you happy.
S : Still no.
A : Shivaay, I'll do anything for you.
S : No way.
A : Shivaay, I'll call Rohit.
S : Not—-wait! What the hell! You're supposed to make me say yes, here.
R : So, we're cancelling booking ? No Catholic wedding ?
S & O : Shut up Rudra!
R : Bu—-
Om slapped his palm above Rudra's mouth.
S : If you try to make me jea—-
A : I love you, Shivaay.
Shivaay grinned. He kept his hands under her ears, on her neck and pulled her for a tight peck. Annika held the sides of his waist. Omkara and Rudra gulped whilst closing their eyes.
The rehearsal of fourth wedding it seems. (exc. redux)
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Gratitude, Love Comrade.
