YUVAAN ♡ ESHA
Yuvaan Mehra, a tenacious investigator known for his keen instincts,finds himself entangled in a web of secrets when assigned to a bewildered serial killer case. His unexpected partner in this dangerous dance is Esha khanna, a brillian...
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Finally, my marriage with yuvaan is no longer a secret. I've been bombarded with questions from everyone about how Yuvaan is treating me, whether he makes me happy, if he's rude or not, and more.
This all happened a week ago, and now everyone seems to be accepting Yuvaan, although they still have some doubts. Anyway, I have to go shopping with my GrumpyChamgadar husband because tomorrow is dadi's return and we're planning a surprise anniversary party for dadu and dadi.
I'm all dressed up in a beautiful blue kurta with intricate embroidery on the neckline. I'm wearing my favorite vintage watch and my nuptial chain around my neck.
I was about to put on vermillion when Yuvaan interrupted and applied it to my forehead, marking me as his but this time his eyes hold a different emotion like he is marking me as his with whole heart and pure soul. I closed my eyes, feeling the moment, and when I opened them and my gaze met with his.
He smiled at me, like seriously smiled at me, but why? I scrunched my nose as I remembered how my grumpy Chamgadar can be so rude, arrogant, and such a jerk.
I huffed and headed towards the door, grabbing my bag. I was just about to open the door when he interrupted ,"You're looking...," he paused and pointed his finger on his chin, as if thinking.
I waited for his response, hoping for a compliment.
"I'm looking, what..."
"You're looking..."
"I'm looking..."
"You're looking different," he burst into laughter.
"What's different and why are you laughing, Mr. Mehra?" I said, irritated and angry.
"You...hahaha...you...you wore different sandals," he said, holding his stomach.
I looked down and realized that I was actually wearing mismatched sandals.
I sighed and changed into the same matching pair. I waited for my husband, angry at him, while he stood there laughing like a maniac.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed at you," he said, trying to control his smile.
"Hmm. Let's go."
"Yes, let's go, Daisy," he replied.
I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him, completely surprised. "Did you just say Daisy?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows in confusion.
He chuckled and confirmed, "Yes, Daisy!"
"Why?" I questioned, still taken aback.
"I wanted to give you a nickname," he explained.
"But I don't think we're at that level yet," I replied, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Ah, but you already have a nickname for me, don't you? GrumpyChamgadar," he smirked.
