"Jaan why are you crying? What happened?" Abhimanyu who was outside busy with an important call, came inside the room and saw Shivantika sitting on the bed having tears stream down her eyes, he comes running to her and sat on the floor near her feet.

Shivantika looks at him with a pout and indicates the book that was lying on her lap.

"What happened? You don't like it?" He ask her confused

She shook her head in no.

"So, what's wrong?" He asks her.

" I just love this book so so much that it actually hurts that how can a book be so pure and good." She says and he wipes her tears.

"How can you cry over a book? it's just fictional, it's not real" He asks her shaking his head.

"When we read a book, our brains may activate the medial prefrontal cortex, allowing us to empathize with the characters and their emotions. This activation of the medial prefrontal cortex can also trigger the release of oxytocin, a hormone that is associated with social bonding and emotional attachment." She explains to him making him more confused by her words but still he nods as if he understand to make her happy.

"I just so so so so much love this guy I'm literally out of words.The finest man to exist and the most innocent one! I just loved how he ate applesauce and chocolate spreads even when he was in late twenties... How the two of them understood each other even when the other one couldn't speak." She says while sighing dreamily.

Abhimanyu held her by her nape and brought her close to him "I dare you to praise another man, when Abhimanyu Singh Rathore is in front of you as your Husband, Love you are not allowed to like another man who is not me, even if he is fictional, understand? " He disclose to her but she lost because of their proximity forgot how to talk.

"Biwi,did you understand?" He says little bit loudly bringing her out of her unholy thoughts, she nods at him blushing and looking here and there.

He smile at this made some distance between them,and took the book from her lap.

He open it and found a murjhaya hua phool between the pages.

"Why this is here?" He asks her.

"I love buying different types of flowers for myself and then decorate the room" She says indicating the coffee table where a vase with red roses were "aur jab wo murjha jaate hai, I don't want to throw them away, I mean how can I throw something that make me happy and calm? I can't be selfish naa, so I keep them preserved in my favorite books, so if I decide to re-read them, I can find these flowers again and feel happy " She explains to him while caressing the dead flowers.

He looks at her amazed, thinking how can someone be so pure, so innocent.

He clears his throat and asks "why do you like buying flowers?"

"Because I know that life is not a fairytale, and there will be no main lead who will buy me flowers, so instead of feeling bad I just buy one for myself." She continues saying....

"I read this somewhere that
~Give yourself flowers...
The sooner you do for you what others can't, the more you learn to be dependent on you.~" She says shrugging her shoulder acting nonchalant.

After a minute of silence Abhimanyu says " Accha suno,I want to introduce you to everyone, I want everyone to know that you are Abhimanyu Shivantika Singh Rathore's wife" She became flustered when he adds his name with her .

"Why this sudden decision?" She asks him. He gets up from the floor and sits next to her on the bed.

"Logo ka pta hona zaroori hai ke aap humari patni hai, aur in sabki Ranisa, so log aapko hurt krne se pehle sau baar nhi hazar baar soche, I know ke my rivals will not sit calmly after this, they will try to hurt you, but trust me I will be with you." He confesses holding her hand.

"Humari reception ke baad, aapka coronation hoga,the ancient ceremony of crowning the King's wife"He continues making her nod at his word.

" If you are ready than we will talk to everyone about this." He inquires her.

"Of course I am ready Abhimanyu" She says to him smiling, making him smile automatically.

His smile always made her feel special, he never smiled around someone, it was only reserved for her.

"Fine I'll tell Dad to call mum back, with nana nani, and I will arrange a plain for Anjali mum and Dad so they can come here without any disturbance" He says making her smile drop, but she soon replaced it with a fake one.

He takes the book she was reading and then placed it on a table along the other books she read, he smiles when he found Whitered flowers inside them.

"Okay now rest, I'll call Avinash so he can inspect your wounds and clean them." He says dialling his lil brothers number.

Avinash soon came with his medical box.

"Bhabhimaa it is hurting now?" He ask her removing the bandage.

"It's not paining, don't worry both of you" She says ruffling his hair, he passes her a smile, something that she noticed between these brothers was that all of the three had dimples.

Abhimanyu and Rehan on one cheeks and Avinash on both.

The funny thing was that Avinash was also the playful and childish one, while Abhimanyu and Rehan reserved and with a scary aura, but deep down she knew that they were childish as well, they just didn't want to show it.

She winced when he started cleaning the wound, and because of the pain she held Abhimanyu's hand tightly.

"Dhiyan se kaar na" Abhimanyu says slapping his head lightly, making him roll his eyes.

"Sorry bhabhimaa" He says knowing that it was not his fault.

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A question that I want to ask you guys : what is something you hate to read on wattpad?

For me its..
1When the story has cheating trope an example when the leads leave their partner because they have to marry the other lead, Yes that is cheating as well. If you can't fight with you parents than don't date someone.

2 non virgin leads , specially male lead, they are always manwh*res/Playboys , and I hate it.

3 I love possessive leads but not overpossessive, like how dare you tell me, what I should wear and what not duh.

4 when girls promote Haunting Audaline, being a girl I can never read that.... You said Zade M. I hear Rap*st. He literally rap3d her, the irony it's, his job was saving girls, from tr@fficking and rap*st, dude you save other girls but who will save your girl from a rap*st Like you . People who are saying it's not Rap* the author of the book accepted it that it was. 🤡

Do you agree with anything I wrote?