𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐇: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄

Chapter Forty-Four

♪♪ Dekha Tenu from Mr&Mrs Mahi ♪♪

♪♪ Chitta By Manan Bhardwaj ♪♪

♪♪ Jug Jug Jeeve by Sachet Tandon ♪♪

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First chapter in cutie Advik's pov!!

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A D V I K ' S   P O V

Waiting the whole day, feeling the rush to reach Banaras and hug her, was just so hard.

This feeling inside me is understandable since she and I barely meet each other throughout the year.

But this big man beside me—he's shaking his leg continuously.

He's more impatient than I am.

Sanjh is his wife, yet he's acting like he's been in a long-distance relationship with her for decades because of me.

"Just an hour more," I heard his low growl as he shook his right leg.

I rolled my eyes.

He's like a toddler in the body of a huge man.

"Sankalp, where's my tie?" I asked, tossing clothes out of my bag while searching for it.

"How should I know?" he replied, frustrated.

"Then help me find it."

"You can't do a single thing yourself, can you?" he said, his frustration evident in his tone.

"Okay, as you wish. Sit there. You won't meet your wife if I'm not ready. Mark my words," I said, continuing my search through the pile of clothes.

He immediately stood up from the sofa and rushed toward me.

I thought he was going to punch me, but instead, he started throwing clothes around, searching with me.

A chuckle escaped my throat in surprise.

I can make him move crawl in front of me in the name of Sanjh.

I laughed at the thought.

He looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked.

"What?" he shot back.

"Nothing," I replied, shaking my head.

"Then why are you laughing like an idiot?" he snapped, furrowing his brows in frustration. "And wear this tie, idiot. I'll die if I don't get my wife soon," he said, throwing the tie toward me.