To tear-off your dirty mask ✔

part 19

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S:ooh! So jealous wife mod is on!
He exclaimed and laughed keeping his hands on his torso

A: no, I'm not even zero percentage jealous
She shouted throwing the comb on the mirror table before turning to face him

S: pakka?
He asks emphasizing the word

A: haa. Pakka

S: then fine. It was my ex-girlfriend

Annika just stared at him for a while before asking him narrowing her eyebrow
A: why does she call you?

S: she calls me often, we are in a good term even if we had broken up
He replied casually

Being lost in thoughts annika moves towards the bed and sits on the edge. Following her, shivaay took a seat beside her

S: you didn't tell me. What did you plan for today
He asks doing something on the phone

A: what's her name
Her gaze was at something particular

Shivaay quickly turned his head to look at her with a frown

S: what?
He asked to hear the question again. Did he hear it wrong?

A: is 'what' her name?
She glares at him which spat out her anger

S: no. But why do you want to know her name?
He asked with a chuckle

A: do you have any problem with saying it to me?

S: if I don't like to say
He raised his eyebrows annoying her more

A: I will check it on my own.
Saying it she snatched his phone making his eyes wide in shock. Before she could proceed he tried to snatch it back but didn't work as she pulled her hand. Standing up from the bed annika tried to go a little far from him. She had to run as he followed her shouting to give his phone back

S: annika give me back my phone
He tried to be a little stern

A: then tell me her name otherwise I will check it on my own
She pattered

s; no annika you can't do this

A: yes! I can because you are my husband!
Annika blurted. She gulped nervously realizing her words. A mischievous grin formed on shivaay's face. She got numb at the same place. Moving close to her he wrapped his hands on her waist and asks in his famous Husky voice 'so.. Can I kiss you!'

Her grip loosened letting his phone fall down. Shivaay didn't bother even though he did hear the sound of his phone falling down. Staring into each other's eyes, both stayed in the same position. Shivaay's gaze moved down to her lips. She stirred it nervously

A: friends don't ki..ss
Somehow she stuttered pushing his hands that were locking her in his hold

S: but you just said I'm your husband
He says moving the hair strand from her face with his index finger, emphasizing the last word 'husband'. His tone was Husky

A: I...I just blurted it. I didn't me..an it
She whispered looking aside

Her breath hitched when she felt his finger sliding down to her neck. when she tried to step back, shivaay snaked his hands around her waist once again and pulled her closer. A shiver ran through her veins when he moved his finger inside the cloth. Her breaths were heavy

S: what meaning can I take out?
She lowered her gaze when his voice took her out of the trance. She gasped out of shock as witnessed her mangalsutra in his hand. A constant smile was visible on his face while she looked shocked to the core