A : Shivaay. Marry me ?

S : No.

A : Shivaay, I'll keep you happy.

S : Still no.

A : Shivaay, I'll do anything for you.

S : No way.

A : Shivaay, I'll call Rohit.

S : Not—-wait! What the hell! You're supposed to make me say yes, here.

R : So, we're cancelling booking ? No Catholic wedding ?

S & O : Shut up Rudra!

R : Bu—-

Om slapped his palm above Rudra's mouth.

S : If you try to make me jea—-

A : I love you, Shivaay.

Shivaay grinned. He kept his hands under her ears, on her neck and pulled her for a tight peck. Annika held the sides of his waist. Omkara and Rudra gulped whilst closing their eyes.

The rehearsal of fourth wedding it seems. (exc. redux)

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Gratitude, Love Comrade.