#Fun Fact- The Chenab bridge is found in the Jammu and Kashmir area of India, and crosses over the river Chenab (hence the name).

........his vision blurted out however he still took a stronghold on his way. White clouds hazed, his head weighed heavy, his dizzy structure added a lot more than he thought. He regretted having joined Sid in his crying session. He admitted guilty for drinking on his way home to reach someone who is waiting for him for celebrating their two month anniversary. Alas, all of the deeds were committed and he was only waiting for the results.

Rubbing his murky eyes he steadily walked to the cab he had booked after lots of struggle. In his early school days, he had discovered that after consumption of alcohol the person reacts to the senses 0.1 seconds later, thus allowing problems in coordination.

Incoordination. To be specific.

Brushing his thoughts on he headed to the particular taxi he had booked. Sitting comfortably on the back seat he shut his eyes and opened the window for fresh air sensing his urgency to vomit. By the end of ten minutes ride, he didn't even realise that the previous driver was gone. And two other figures sat forward.

As soon as reaching the desired location he stuffed a few notes in the driver's hands not that he couldn't use his internet banking however considering his lack of restraint. Not even realising he leaned on the huge bulky figure next to him as he climbed up the steps.

Two minutes later when he cleared his vision he was straight ahead of his flat, alone. The huge man seemed to evaporate from the world. Guessing it to be his one of illusions after a drunk night he vigorously and impatiently knocked off the door.

"Coming!" A screech tone was heard until the door was open.

"My God Shivi? Gross this smell? Are you drunk?" Fluttering his eyelashes he keenly observed who was the person shouting. Fortunately, it was his wife. He scanned her from top to bottom, she was sexy. Her lean legs caught his attention as soon as he looked at her nonetheless the thoughts were disturbed when she shook him energetically.

Understanding from his composure she supported him to stand and tried guiding him inside the flat. With her efforts, he was almost in but deliberately he stayed strong ground. Seeing his stubbornness she switched her head in his direction and raised her brows.

"Sid w-as crying alo-ne. I t-hougt of givi-ng co-mp-any to him." He tried explaining with his slurred speech. Nevertheless, Annika wasn't pleased with that.

"Will you get inside?" She coldly asked to step away from him leaving him in his pudding knees and crossed her arms across her chest.

"One ki-ss, I will do everything my wife asks." He giggled sensing it laughable but halted when she glared at him.

"I will tell my palms to kiss your handsome jaw. In our language, it's called a slap." Hearing her he pouted pushing his lower lip out.

"Plea-se-"

Watching the not so innocent face of her husband she tiptoed on her toes and kissed his cheeks.

"Get inside now." As she commanded he again pulled his childish nature, nodded his head in negatively and grumpily turned his face away from her.

Stubbornness runs in the veins of Oberoi and it was obvious that Shivaay wasn't ready to back out. Seconds passed by minutes his bullheadedness never faded. Giving up on him Annika sighed in defeat and sensing this as a great opportunity to take vengeance on her morning acts Shivaay leaned forward. Annika could sense his hot breath, well actually bad gust on the borderline of her lips. She sealed her eyes as soon as the heat radiated between them, her chest raised with deep inhalation only to receive a peck just above her upper lips.

Whacking at his muscular arm she inched towards and slowly with pace pressed over him. Whereas Shivaay shook his head wanting to remove all his unnecessary wild thoughts. Just for now. Wrapping her lean legs around his torso, he pushed her to have the support from the wall and not give any time to comprehend he smashed his lips to her.

One was drunk but still was anticipating this intimate scene while the other was seeing stars with a ragged kiss, they were having right now. Pulling him more to herself with his month-long hair she nibbed his lower.

"Omg!" Startled with the sudden invasion of privacy both broke the kiss out and searched for the owner of the voice in the hallway.

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After lots of persuasion, Shivaay finally laid the first stone himself with a high amount of salt solution in fine long glass and a finely ripened banana.

"Go sleep." Annika walked out of Kitchen with a half-cut lemon, as she neared him she pressed the lemon to his nose wanting him to inhale the smell so that he can get rid of nausea.

"I won't sleep in my room."

"Why though? Go sleep faster tomorrow is a big day after all." Annika inquired of pushing him a glass of watered solution.

"They fucked there. And now an ugly and wrinkled child is on the way. Yuck." Making a disgusted face he draped his arms around her petty waist and pulled towards him, cuddling with her.

"I don't wanna sleep there, where they did that. It's so annoying. I will change the bed and room decor sooner." Whispering against her back he soon was drifting into a deep slumber.

"Sleep on the couch."

"Can I sleep with you?" Annika gasped with chosen words and wondered if it was meant to be something else or she thought so. 

"I meant of sleeping beside you. Only cuddle. I promise." Nodding smilingly at him Annika struggled with his weight and led him into her messy room.

Boosting him to discard his dirty shoes and socks Annika rolled the quilt to his upper torso and slipped beside him. Mumbling a soft 'good night' to him she placed her one palm on his chest and twisted his legs with hers. Sagging to a deep sleep filled with desires and devotion to each other both lay waiting for the next day.
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"Sonu we still have a chance to give our baby to hospital authorities. Think. We are enough for both." He urged his wife, who was inclining postured on the hospital bed with their newborn in her arms.

Cradling.

"Shut up Shivi. See Tara just looks like you, with those beautiful twinkling glassy blue-green eyes." Annika almost squealed as their daughter yawned softly.

"Tara? Who Tara?"

"Our daughter Sitara aka Tara." He rolled his eyes at her over-enthusiastic self. From day one when they found out about their pregnancy his wife, Annika was too distant to him, than he expected. In their eight years of togetherness Shivaay never felt the same before.

At times he was envious of the unborn child who was the sole owner of her attention. And still, he was.

"Look at her, her skin is kinda pale. Don't you think? Her puffy eyes and also-" Shivaay halted his sentence in the mid following his wife's intense glare.

"-ugly." He swallowed the chunk formed.
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"NO."

Waking up with a hangover was horrible but a dream-like Shivaay's was more horrible than expected. Hearing his loud shrieks Annika growled as she pushed herself more into the covers hoping to sleep again.

"No. Tara was beautiful. I'm sorry." She frowned at him as he begin mumbling classifying how being ugly and beautiful is justified.

"Who Tara?" Annika asked untangling herself from him with her scratchy morning tone.

"Our dau- Nothing. Ahhh my head hurts." Cradling his head between his palms he let out a grunt.

"Next time you decide to drink and following second you are out of the home. You are unwelcomed in." Shivaay widened his eyes realising the unfamiliar room and his position with his wife.

He opened his mouth and immediately shut not having any proper counterparts to say in the matter.

"I hope it is the last morning of the hangover." However, with her threatening tone, he found himself nodding to everything she said.

"Like a good boy, get ready. Mahashivratri awaits us." Smiling at his dishevelled self she pecked his cheeks and gestured him to fresh himself.

*****

Heya!
No proffered

Growing up in -not so our native- I was a chaotic soul. When I was twelve I realised the difference between bua, chachi and maasi (in Hindi). With my acts it's was an embarrassing moment for me, many times I misspelt chachi as maasi. Lol.

If comfortable do share your experience in embarrassment.
:-P