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As promised..as soon as the last chapter hits with 200 votes.
So please can I get, 210 votes now?
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𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩,
The next morning, Shivank wakes up and notices that Vaani is no longer beside him. He gets up to freshen up.
When he enters the kitchen, his eyes widen at the sight before him. Vaani is cooking, dressed in nothing but purple lingerie, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She’s swaying her hips to the music playing from the speaker.
Shivank takes a deep breath, knowing all too well how torturous that outfit is for him. He approaches her and wraps his arms around her from behind, murmuring, “Good morning, baby.”
His hands slide under her shrug, caressing her breasts with a light squeeze. Vaani elbows him hard, causing him to yelp in pain and step back.
She points a knife at him and angrily shouts, “Yeh sab na, jab wo ladki aayegi na, uske saath kar lena!”
“Konsi ladki?” he asks, rubbing his stomach in confusion.
“Wahi ladki jo kaki pasand karengi tere liye. Kal bol raha tha na ke ladki toh pasand karlo, mai aakar karlunga shaadi,” she mimics him angrily and resumes cutting the tomatoes with more force.
“Par Vaani–” he tries to speak, but she cuts him off with a shout, “Chup! Abhi nahi hua hai mera bolna. Finger on your lips!”
Shivank obediently places a finger on his lips and folds his other arm across his chest, nodding like a schoolboy.
Vaani continues her rant, “Haan, toh main bol rahi thi ke... haan! Tujhe Niyati di jaisi wife chahiye thi na? Unki copy chahiye na, toh main hu na unki copy! Unki behen!!! Sab log mujhe Choti Niyati Kashyup bolte hai pure Somnath mein, aur tu mujhe chhodkar kisi aur ladki ko unki devrani banana chahta–” Her phone rings, cutting her off, and she angrily declines the call.
“Ek toh yeh phone har baar beech mein aata hai! Haan toh main kya bol rahi thi?” she demands, turning back to him, knife in hand.
Shivank, still intimidated, replies, “Niyati bhabhi ki devrani.”
