20

"Home sweet home!" Lazily, Yuvraaj toppled on the bed. Sending a smile towards him, Anahita trudged to the dresser to smooth her already puffed hair and try a new hairdo. She began the ritual of brushing her hair.

Casting his peripheral gaze at her, Yuvraaj was silently enjoying looking at her dolling herself. Anahita put the matte cheery red lip colour on her full lips, posing a seductive pout which had nothing to do with the seduction.
"Anahita!" Yuvraaj crooned. Her name melting like a piece of marshmallow in his mouth.

"Hmm…" She responded without darting her eyes off the mirror and pursed her lips, correcting the colour with tissue.

"Do you have camera?" Yuvraaj queried, flinging his cellphone on the bed and came closer to her.