Annika tightened her t-shirt around her waist, and pouted in disappointment.
A : I look fat. Shivaay! Shivaay!
S : I'm just behind you. Sitting on the bed. Don't scream, your beloved Devars will convince themselves that I'm murdering my wife.
A : Shut Up. Give me a compliment.
S : You have perfect eye sight.
A : Shivaay!!!!
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Gratitude, Love Comrade.
