Shraddha’s pov

　　I hope I don’t make fun of myself and a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I opened my door to see my husband standing there starting at me with open mouth and stood there in shock.

　　I nudged his shoulder asking what happen and he came out of his dreamy land and smirked at me.

　　“Why the hell are you smirking at me?” I asked glaring at him.

　　“And what’s there to smirk you monkey monster?” I added with frown but idiot husband of mine smirked at me.

　　“Stop gawking at me and why the hell are staring at me like you’re seeing me naked,” I...