It was a fresh Monday morning. Things had passed smooth. A little more of planning and its execution would solve the problem. Sid woke up with a lazy yawn and was surprised by the early time. It was the first time he had managed to wake up early without an alarm. He ruffled his hair and freshened before joining the family.

The house was filled with various noises, laughter and more. "Sarees!" "Jewellery!!!" Were some of the most frequently heard words. "Get ready bro.." Adi came from nowhere, "We're going shopping...for Anjali's wedding!"

"What!!?" Sid looked bewildered with what he just heard.

"One more time you act like you don't know anything, I'll hold you by your hair and kick you out of here!" Yelled Adi. It had become so difficult for him to explain to his friend that it was HIS marriage but the great Siddharth always found a way to confuse himself more.

Anjali looked like a red soft toy when she faced Sid. She bit her nail as she ran, giggling, like a typical retro heroine. And Sid couldn't feel much better. Finally, his dream was nearing him by steps.

The ladies were super happy and all settled themselves in front of the neatly folded designer sarees.

"Anjali! Look here! Isn't this beautiful!?"

"Anju...which colour would you like to wear!?"

"Anjali..select a simple saree for yourself. It is the saree that the groom gives which you have to wear on your engagement."

Sid's ears straightened on hearing that. He rubbed his hands as he began searching for a beautiful Saree for his bride.

Anjali tried to take suggestions from as many ladies as possible. For her ill luck, all her aunts, cousins, etc had decided to accompany her for the shopping.

She chose a beautiful pink saree and decided to check how she looked in it. She walked her way to the trial room, followed by her 'would be husband ', whom she was oblivious about. It was only when he covered her lips from shouting, did she realise Sid was back in his mood. He locked the door and inched closer. Not two little steps did she take when she was pinned to the mirror.

"Selecting a dress without my consent...that's so bad!" He whispered, trailing his long fingers down her arm, making her shiver.

He held her palm and eventually, dropped the saree she was gripping. Clasping his fingers with hers, he tucked her hair behind her ear with his other hand.

"You're looking more than beautiful today..." He whispered and his husky voice did not fail to colour her cheeks. He caressed her cheek with his thumb a brought his face too close. She closed her eyes, knowing what he would do. But for her extreme surprise, he literally bit her side lip, as she let out a moan.

"This is what you have to pay when you don't attend to your husband on important issues..." He smirked, rising the angry queen in her.

She grabbed his nape and smashed her lips on his, and eventually made him go breathless.

"And this is what you have to pay for advising your wife on unnecessary issues!" She said, holding his collar.

He gave her a death look and placed a sudden kiss on her right shoulder, gripping her waist. He placed a wet kiss on her chin and looked into her eyes. She had a confident stare, with her hands still gripping his collar.

It was only eyes that spoke much. And a moment later, she lifted her heels, to match his height and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Enough now...get lost!" She said, pushing him away, and walked out of the trial room, leaving him awestruck with her antics. 

Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry for the short update! A little Pranushka treat above to make your day!