Ghavin was like a devilish troublemaker who was always near her. He even demanded that her to fetch this and that until she was exhausted; he would stop bothering Adiva as long as she kissed him. "Get me a shirt!" Ghavin demanded.
Adiva walked into the room to get a shirt for Ghavin and picked a white t-shirt for him. "Not this one," said Ghavin. Adiva went back to get another shirt and approached Ghavin again. "Not the red one," said Ghavin.
"What color, Sir?" Adiva asked.
"Black," said Ghavin, prompting Adiva to immediately return to the room and get a black t-shirt for him. Adiva approached Ghavin and handed the black t-shirt to him. "Not this brand, find another one!" said Ghavin, causing Adiva to sigh in frustration.
"Why don't you get it yourself, Sir!" Adiva requested.
"I can't
