“Tell me the reason Samrat Malhotra, why did you got married to me?” Simmi yelled.
“Because I have feelings for you.” Samrat yelled and punched on the wall behind Simmi and took two steps back.
His punch startled Simmi, but she released a sigh of relief when he reduce the proximity. Then she realised what did she heard just now, a confession?
“What did you say?” Simmi asked tardily.
“Yes, I love you.”
Samrat was anxious and ran fingers through his hair. He never wanted to confess like this to shock her and make it difficult for both.
Simmi got over of her shock and said in a bare yet strong tone. “No, no, you don’t love me but hate and you confessed this in front of me.”
Samrat frowned, listening to Simmi’s absurd talk, whereas her voice gradually turned louder.
“A naughty, prankst
