Arnav's POV:
I went up to the room and saw her putting her guitar in the cupboard and taking out a saree.. I went near her and caged her.. She looked away with her hands crossed over her chest and a straight face..
"So my dear wifey is angry on me?? " I asked sweetly...
"I'm not your wifey... I'm only Vishal's... understand. " she snapped at me..
I clenched my jaws and shut my eyes.. I don't want to hurt her in any way today... I took in a deep breath...
"But sweetheart you have married me.. I tied this mangalsutra, I put this vermilion across your hairline and I took the seven rounds or pheres with you... so I'm your husband.. " I said in a soft, nice tone.
"This vermilion can't decide my husband.. this can be wiped off in a second.. " she said and raised her hand to wipe it of
