B is for... Bikini
B is for... Bikini 'Arnavji, what is this ?' Khushi held up the offending item between her thumb and forefinger. 'It's a bikini Khushi,' Arnav replied without looking up from his book. 'For the beach.' 'You want me to wear this? In public? Hai Devi Maiyya, I might as well go out in my underwear!' Arnav rolled his eyes; immune to Khushi's dramatics after almost a year of marriage. 'You want me to wear this... thing in front of other people, other men? No, I refuse!' Khushi threw the bikini at Arnav and began to storm out but was caught before she reached the door and spun back into his arms. 'Whoa! Who said anything about other men? Nobody is going to be looking at my wife in her underwear... I mean in a bikini! I booked a private beach, Khushi. Just you... and me.' 'Oh... I see. Well that's... I guess that's... okay then.'
