Timeline: Some random day in the one year after the award ceremony. Enjoy 😉

Anika sat before the dressing table mirror humming to herself as she removed her make up. 

"Someone is in a good mood today!" He entered the room surprised listening to her humming. She turned to him, "Yes. The Bombay Fashion Magazine approached us for an event. The deal is on!" She broke the news excitedly.

He heard her words impressed. " See I told you, you rock it. " he spoke folding the sleeves of his shirt and walking over to her.

She grinned, while he sat on the small dressing table before her. "Shivaay not there!" She frowned.

"On your lap then?" He smiled cheekily. 

She hit his thigh while her cheeks colored up. 

"Anika. That's very inappropriate." He spoke in a seriously sensual voice.

"Really Mr. Oberoi?" She said pulling his cheeks.

He got up frustrated. "Anika, you don't pull my cheeks. It's a major turn off!"

She laughed and he made a grumpy face. 

She walked into the washroom leaving him with a frown. He rubbed his cheeks. "Mood spoiler!"

Anika slowly opened the door and was about to step out dressed in that black lingerie he had brought her from the States. She took two steps out and her eyes went wide when she looked up.

Pinky was in the room talking to him! Luckily enough her back was turned to the door of the washroom. She was telling him something about the jagrata she wanted to keep at home. She saw him catch glimpse of her. His eyes going wide like saucers. She immediately ran back, slowly shutting the door. She leaned against the door breathing heavily. That was close. "Stupid man, couldn't he give me a hint that his mother was in the room. " she whispered to herself. She waited patiently for a hint that his mother had left. Thank God she was saved at the eleventh second today. Otherwise she could see Pinky tease her every single day of her life. 

"Umm..Anika." He knocked. By now Anika had the bathrobe on. She angrily stepped out. "You couldn't warn me. You know your mom. She would make me beetroot red forever. "

He laughed. 

Stomping her feet she moved past him to her cupboard.

"Anika..." He began laughing again. "It was just mom. You should have come...."

"Don't you dare continue to say whatever you wanted to. I am so serious I am not going to get on the same bed with you for a month." She pointed his  finger at him. 

"Oo...Carpet or couch?" He asked hinting mischief.

"Ahh!" She  punched him and walked back to the washroom, with her three-fourths and her tank top. 

"Anika listen..." He frowned as she shut the door on his face. She was looking so sensuous. She didn't have to change. He groaned sitting on the bed waiting for her. 

She walked out the washroom as though huffing in anger. She sat beside him on the bed and switched on the TV. He tried moving closer and she glared daggers at him. 

"Okay!" He whispered. She had totally lost the mood today. He sighed seeing the stupid celebrity show she watched with so much excitement. 

He would have slept. But today he wasn't in a mood to sleep early.  He occasionally glanced at her. She gave no hints whatsoever. He rolled his eyes and focused back on the screen. The celebrity actor suddenly got all her attention as she giggled at his replies.

He should so take the television and throw it out of his room. But if he did  that his wife would do the same with him. 

"Anika.." He said tugging at her top. 

She gave him her not so sweet gaze. "Okay!" He said and shut his mouth. 

"Alright the next round is 21 questions. Pretty simple ain't it. You will be asked a question and you'll have to answer them truthfully as fast as possible." The host announced.

He quickly snatched the remote from her and switched off the television sitting up straight as a bright idea bloomed in his brain.

"Shivaay. What was that?"she frowned.

" 21 Questions! You and me. Now."

"What?" She shook her head. "Give me the remote, I want to listen to his answers."

"Who is your husband? Me right. Hear my answers. And I will ask you questions. It will be a lot of fun Anika. "

"I know your mind inside out. I know what questions you have in your head. Besides you know every answer. Now the remote please."

"Anika...don't be a spoilsport. There are many things you can ask me..that you might not know!" He said suggestively. 

She thought for a moment. "Fine . I will ask first."

"What's the penalty?"

"What penalty?" She frowned.

"If one doesn't answer then there has to be a penalty right!"

She stared at him. He had so much going on up there in his brain. "I so knew this..."

"You skip and I decide an on spot penalty. I skip and you decide my punishment. Fair enough?"

"I know you Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi." She said pointing at his chest.

"Let us see, Mrs. Shivaay Singh Oberoi." He winked. 

She shook her head.

"One thing about your US trip you still haven't told me about."

He stared at her." Typical wife."

"Answer please." She said smiling at him.

"Um...let me see..you can't hit me if I answer honestly. "

"That, my dear husband, depends on your answer."

Shivaay had thought he'd have the upper hand, but his wife was already diving into the depths and leading.

"I ..I ...I .."

"You what Shivaay?" She asked her face growing solemn. 

" I got drunk and spent an entire night at the pub."

She gaped at him. "Haww..and you tell me this now!"

"You didn't play twenty one questions with me before." He shrugged.

"Wait till I tell mom this. "

"That's cheating. This is between you and me."

"Well that I will decide."

"Ahh..!" He mimicked her. " One thing I do that turns you on immediately? "

She froze blinking at him. Did he just ask her that? She couldn't tell him that. Already he knew the ways well to her. Oh this is what he wanted. Mr. Smarty Pants, your wife is equally smarter.

"That's not a question you can ask!" 

"Oh please. Well if you don't want to answer for penalty... You can.." He smirked.

"I am going to answer, but you are not trying it now."

He chuckled at her warning.

She pressed her lips, blushing. "When...when..you..." She gave abrupt breaks between her words. He kept nodding in anticipation with every word.

"Kiss my lips." She said quickly. "My chance."

"Hold on. That's something I know. "

"Your problem." She shrugged. "One thing you did in college for your crush that you haven't done for me?"

Shivaay gaped at her. This woman was getting all his small secrets out and he was no where getting close to what he wanted.

"Don't be jealous. Don't laugh."

She laughed, "okay!"

He rolled his eyes. Should he just say don't pounce on me? And she will perhaps pounce on him? She loved doing what he asked her not to do.

"I wrote a note to her...a poem...okay...it was a rhyme."

She laughed. "Thank God, you didn't do it for me. You can do it for our kids Shivaay!" She couldn't stop laughing. Shivaay and rhyme. Damn. Did Pinky know this? Leave that. Did Priyanka know this? 

"If you let me do things that will get our kids to this world." He said grabbing her arm and pulling her closer.

"Shut up Mr. Desperate." She shrugged him off.

He stared at her. Fine. By the end of this game we will see who the desperate one is.

"One wild fantasy you imagine me to fulfill? If you understand what I mean? I can elaborate if you'd like." He smirked as he saw color draining from her face.

"This is not fair."

"Fine. The penalty... Is going to be harder. Just think twice."

She took a deep breath. "I don't have any."

"Liar. That calls for double penalty."

"Ahhh.  Close your ears I will tell you!"

He grinned then laughed. "Is it so scandalous that you don't want your husband to hear it?"

Anika was already feeling heat build up, both down south and up her cheeks. She leaned over his shoulder. "The kitchen thing we left midway when Prinku came!" She whispered carefully scared that the walls would hear.

He stared at her wide eyed. God that moment. He too wanted to get back there at that moment. "You should .."

"No comments please. Next question. " she said moving back and he frowned.  

She smiled as a question crossed her mind. As she took more time to think and her cheeks grew pink he knew the question was surely interesting and she was shying away. "Come on Anika. It can't be a question to beat my questions."

She stared at him. How did he always know?

"When was the first time....you....wanted to kiss me."

"Interesting. But that's hard. I don't remember."

"How can you not remember?" She frowned.

"There have been practically so many times that I don't remember."

She smiled. "Shivaay the first..."

He sighed thinking for a few minutes. "Hmm.. I guess it was the Roka...the day of our Roka."

She gaped at him. "Roka? Our Roka? Shivaay that was like what the fourth time we met?"

"Maybe so?"

"You were fantasizing kissing me on the day of our Roka?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

She stared at him astounded. "And when was out first kiss?" 

"Is that your next question?" 

"Of course not!" She said quickly not wanting to waste her questions. It was ten days before the wedding when they had come back from wedding shopping that they had shared their first kiss, in his then room.

"Then I don't choose to answer that. My turn!" He said quickly. He didn't actually remember exactly which was their first. He was confused between two. Luckily she did not go in that direction.

She dreaded his questions. 

He stared at her. "When I was away. What did you do when you missed me in bed?"

She stared at him. "That's pathetic."

"No. It's my right to know."

"I never missed you that way." She said quickly. He had realised only after her reaction that his question wasn't even precise. But his wife had given away the answer. "You did. Tell me. Or penalty."

Anika thought over his question. Then smiled. A winning smile. "I hugged the pillow and slept when I missed you on bed!" 

He smiled, she caught that loophole. 

She rubbed her hands excitedly thinking of the next thing she could ask him. "Something you assumed about me, that was proved wrong."

"Anika...you are asking all hard questions. "

"Answer. Yours are hard for me too."

He thought for a while then grinned as he  had the perfect answer. "Your size!" 

She stared at him horrified. "What!"

"Yeah. Remember the first dress I bought for you after our wedding when I had been to the exhibition. The bust size was wrong, it ended up being tight." 

She hid her face in her palms. "Shivaay. What am I going to do of you!"

"I have many ideas !" He said scooting closer and holding her hands. 

"Ahh..shut up." She sprang up. "Next question please " she said pushing his leaning form away. She could see how much he wanted her already. But she was now enjoying this game and willing to keep him at bay.

"Ohhh..so interested to answer my questions. Huh."

She hit him on his bicep. "Question!"

"This is not fair. I am not your punching bag!" He said annoyed.

"You enjoy it Sweetheart, you are my personal punching bag, so no drama. " she was about to pull his cheeks when he dodged away.

He looked at her amused. Another fantasy entered his head. Once, at least once he wanted her to dominate. He would willingly be her submissive. He could already feel the heat of how hot it would be.

She snapped her fingers before his face. "where are you lost?"

"In your world.".

" Shivaay. Please. Continue. Don't be cheeky and cheesy! " she said. If only she understood what he had said. She would know it was no where cheesy or cheeky but otherwise.

Part 2  of this will come next. Hopefully in some time..(If I can finish it in next two hours)

In the meanwhile, share your views. If there is anything except pregnancy you'd want them to talk ...in light humor maybe...PM me.

Oh yes, how this bonus chapter idea came. So @tan_kil was very generously (😉💜) passing her comments at Serendipity Story 1. And I happened to read the last four chapters again. That inspired me to write this. ❤

Can someone keep a count of the questions!🙈

-Anami!