#Fun Fact-There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.

Jumping out of the cab Shivaay inhaled profoundly gripping his little bag dangling on his one shoulder. The dark envelope covered the sky, the stars were visible and the half-broken moon followed him from Thane to Mumbai, as a vivid adherent. As a child, he always guessed that the moon was his maternal uncle who was following him to safeguard him from the demonic world. Perhaps with the years forward, he got to know what science was. What orbiting objects were. Remembering his adventures as a kid he giggled internally not wanting to explain to others.

"Happy married life Sir Ji." He shut his eyes exhaling the puff. Rolling his tongue on the inner walls of his cheeks, he mumbled a low 'thank you' to the taxi driver and turned to his right, where Annika stood.

She was chewing her lips as the driver wished. She was anxious. Nervous. And whatnot. Tugging her hands with his, he led the way through the corridor of an old apartment.

'Shantiniketan Apartment'.

It was old, shabby needed immediate paints. Passing the long corridors Shivaay marvelled how people recognised them as newly married. He wondered if the clothes added the voice to their words, though he wore a black turtle neck shirt paired with raven and grey block printed pants.

Glancing at her he observed, her fingers clenched the handle of her small suitcase, the henna art on her hands were fading only parts of the remnant stayed. Her green glass bangles were reduced in numbers though they lingered with other gold bangles. Leaving her hands, there were no symbols noticeable as a married woman. Her beige coloured front peplum blouse had extensively covered her neck. Black Boots her feet. Torn black jeans her lean legs.

"Did you study your bachelor in Mithibai college? If not, where did you find that name to get stuck?" Hearing her questions after a long day, he cleared his throat to speak.

"I did BBA in Queen's University, Canada. Later had no involvement in my master studies, so I quit it. Then went to Italy for my culinary arts school." He explained, walking beside her. "Somehow considering my bad luck, I found myself saying that college." He tried to glare at her watching her burst out laughing clutching her stomach

"What the hell man? You did your studies in different parts of the country and still, stay in this broken flat." She widened her sides as he halted at one of the doorsteps and began searching for keys in his luggage.

"I'm not bratty like you." He pointed his keys at her and continued glaring at her. "What should I do when my family has kicked off me? I'm not supposed to enter Oberoi Mansion till the challenge is completed or on the verge, I decide to quit."

Turning away from her he focused his sole concentration on the door and keyhole. Inserting the long key into the keyhole he twisted it hard. When unlocked he pushed the door applying all the strength with his upper part.

"Without any dramas get in. Don't expect me to do your Graha Pravesh." He mumbled aloud removing his shoes and arranging them in a rack in the side.

[Trans- a Hindu ceremony performed on the occasion of an individual's first time entering their new home.]

"Imagine if the door had a mouth. It would have pleaded, cried in pain after you kicked bechara door." Annika tsk-tsked throwing off her boots in the hallway and jumped on the little thick sofa. She groaned on the sofa.

[Trans- helpless]

"No thanks. You talk nonstop, at least I can tolerate the door, not you." Annika sat up straight testing her mouth as he taunted her. Having no other comments to pass on, she decided to relax a bit before nodding off.  Loosening her long ties of the blouse, she stood up shaking her hands and legs relieving from the long journey.

"Only one room as bathroom among two. The right side room has one. Go fresh up, till then I will prepare fast food." Shivaay gestured extending arms in the direction and continued in his work.

Walking in the suggestion Shivaay gave after picking her night wears from the bags, she found herself in the darkroom. She switched on the lights and struggled to adjust to the sudden lights.

"Shivi!" Annika screamed with her high loud pitched tone. Leaving the half-finished noodles, Shivaay sprinted towards her. His heart thumped loudly sensing her anxious tone.

"What? I don't host a ghost over here. You are mad. Complete mad." He mumbled looking at her sweating face. The lone drop of sweat rolled down the forehead making through the narrow neck region.

"I have heard and saw of the dancing car in Pk. But the dancing bed is new. I don't know you have a dancing bed. Chee. I will complain to Aai." She pointed her index finger towards the bed. There laid two naked figures under the comfy blanket. Spring lightly as the man wrapped his arms around her petty figure.

"Fuck"

"That's what they are doing. My husband is a buddu." Annika answered sarcastically hearing him curse under his breath.

[Trans- dumb]

"Wait here. I swear these two always end up in my flat only. Always. And I am threatened by the apartment society. I will see how will they not get up." Saying so, he marched to the bathroom and came out balancing himself with a water-filled bucket.

And within no seconds, he splashed the water on both naked figures and stood happily pleaded away from them.

"Morning Sid and Mallika." Shivaay greeted his friends, wrapped themselves in the sheets and blinked their eyes to adjust to the bright light.

"Shivaay tum aah gae?" Siddarth spoke with a scratchy voice. The girl beside him, pushed him as he leaned to kiss her.

[Trans- Shivaay you came?]

"Yuck. Bad breathe." Annika stepped behind Shivaay trying to save herself from both nude people. Realising that Shivaay, held her arms as she strutted beside him.

"Five minutes. Five. You both dress up and explain." Shivaay demanded with an alpha male tone.

•••••

Exactly after five minutes as Shivaay had announced both Siddarth and Mallika found themselves being seated before Shivaay's radar. However, they wondered who the girl beside him was. She was continuously passing a small smile as Shivaay glared at them.

"What the flying fuck are you both doing at my flat?" He asked crossing his arms like a father, Mallika rolled her eyes watching him command as he owns.

"We didn't have a place to hang out. And couldn't risk our parents knowing, so I used your spare key." Sid said passing on a sheepish grin.

"Ok fine. Now give me my payment. I worked in your event management company, remember?" Shivaay asked getting up from his place.

"Ohh that." Sid scratched his head and continued. "I will give only 10 per cent of profit because the bride's parents were unhappy. Especially bride's mother."

"Shivi why was Aai unhappy?" Suddenly, their attention diverted to Annika who was in her thoughts.

"Gods knows why Mrs Hitler is always in a foul mood." Annika scrunched her nose hearing him talk about her mother. "Sid I don't know what you will do. But I need my twenty per cent. For god's sake, I have only five months to show my talent." He slumped down on the floor and started wailing like a kid not given his favourite chocolate.

"It's ok Shivi. Shall I talk to Aai?" Annika crawled to him and asked softly.

"Don't call me that." He sniffed a lot more.

"What?"

"That. Shivi. I hate it."

"Okay fine. Ok Shiv, don't worry your cameraman and assistant is here to help." She giggled correcting herself. "I mean camerawoman."

Whereas Siddarth and Mallika we're in a fix. Looking at the not so romantic couple ahead of them on the floor. Siddarth whirled at his girlfriend,  Mallika inquiring of how they were related, who returned shrugged off with a blank face.

"OMG! Look at her. She is married." Sid anxiously pointed in her direction seeing her chain, rings and all

"Shivaay leave her. Her husband will kill you if he sees you both together. I mean hugging and all. I and Sid can help you elope if you wish. I am always with lovers. You need not worry." Mallika kneeled to their height and whispered assuringly.

"What? Dude. He. Is. My. Husband." Annika pointed at herself and then Shivaay, explaining to her.

"What? How? Where? Why wasn't I invited? Was Chicken lollipop present on the menu?  Wedding chickens are best. " Sid angrily swatted at Shivaay's arm realising that he wasn't attending his best friend's wedding.

"Then who is Mrs Hitler?" Mallika asked recollecting the exact word he spoke minutes back. "I thought Mrs Hitler is an obstacle in your love life. I swear you have full support from my side, Shivaay." Mallika rubbed her palms getting ready for some actions.

"My mother." And Annika turned to Sid. "Your last event's client. Arundhati? Did the bells ring in your mind? One more hint, I'm the bride."

"Really? Married?" Sid sounded too astonished.

*****

Welcome, Sid and Mallika. *with pouring the rose petals with few thorns. Not really*

I'm removing 'Maybe Impromptu' because it needs too much attention and I can't reciprocate at present. Whoever reading it, please remember I'm not giving up. I will complete it one day.

:-P