Shivaay held Annika's arm whilst talking over the phone. He mouthed her to wait. After some minutes, he held the call and pulled her closer.

S : Why my love is looking dull ?

A : Tch! It's 8 pm, Shivaay.

S : So ?

A : Shivaay, it's 8 pm. Tomorrow it's gonna be Monday. I'll miss our Sunday.

S : Annika, you're being sad as if you're going to get on your on feet in the early morning.

A : I'll miss you, Shivaay. When Monday begins, you'll become office sick.

Shivaay smiled before hugging her closer.

S : I love you, Annika.

A : I love y—-wait!

She withdrew from the hug and stared at him.

S : What ?

A : Did you just called me a good-for-nothing ?

S : I did not!

A : Then what did you mean by as if you're going get on your feet in the early morning ?

S : It was—I—-that was a—-Annika, I can explain.

A : Explain. Now!

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Gratitude, Love Comrade.