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"Annika?" Shivaay asked waving his hands in front of her face. He snapped his fingers and her trance broke. He eyed the half empty bottle near her. Oh dear.
She turned to look at him and just-she just kept looking at him.
"Are you just gonna stare at me? Say something." Annika pouted.
"You look so good." Shivaay smirked at that. "I am just staring at you until you marry me Mister." He blinked. How much did she drink?
"Annika-"
"Will you marry me now?"
"We're already married, love." He picked her up in bridal style and laid her on the bed.
"We are?" She cooed cupping her own cheeks. He kissed her nose fondly. Her smile was contagious.
"Yes love. And I'll marry you again if I have to. Sleep for now though." He spoke tucking her in the blankets with a kiss atop her head.
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