Chapter 17 Preparations

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Meera's POV

I don't know what is it...but from yesterday Arjun is acting wierd.

Is he regretting that kiss?

I mean he was looking happy like me..but why is he avoiding me?

I was currently seating on our couch waiting for him to come from his home office and join me for dinner.

What is up with him? He has been avoiding me for a whole day and I think he has made his office his bed.

What am I..his wife, right?

He should at least for once acknowledge me as it.

That's it...I'm going to his office and pull him out of it.

Arjun's POV

This is so fucking headache!

I can't even arrange my data correctly. What will I do tomorrow to present it!

I really want to spent time with Meera but this paper work and computer analytics is killing me.

I'm sure Neev has prepared everything for tomorrow.

I heard a knock on my door.

"Meera you don't have to knock!"

I screamed hard for her to hear. And she did come in and got horrified watching all the mess.

I mean anyone would be...she saw my whole office room covered in papers and files.

Also in rage of not understanding any computer data...I pulled out all the cords from my desktop.

I just practically murdered a computer....in a language of Meera.

"Arjun did you just killed a innocent computer! How merciless you are!"

I knew it!

I saw her watching my computer with almost teary eyes.

Such a drama queen.

"You could do the mourning outside."

I snapped at her and continued my work.

I could sense some smoke coming out of her ears.

But I just can't waste my time right now.

"Seriously... you're really mad about the kiss! And here I made dinner for us."

C'mon....not again.

I quickly pecked her hard getting shocking eyes from her.

"Are you happy now? Because I am while kissing you. So now spare me I'm busy."

"It's just you're really busy and you avoided dinner..."

"Stop being my wife!"

"I'm your wife!"

"Then shut that mode off and bring your tech self onn 'cause I need your help."

I saw her demeanor change to normal. Guess some help from her can save my tomorrow.

"You could atleast be a bit nicer."

"Later. Now ensemble your dead body again."

She scoffed and no time she did assemble that corpse.

"What do want me to do?"

She asked all set on my computer desk.

I went towards her and leaned comfortably on her closely.

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