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Sarthak's POV
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO EAT EACH OTHER'S MOUTH ALL THE TIME!" My high pitched voice echoed in the hallway.
Bhai and Bhabhi flinched and parted away. They passed me a bored look as if I was wrong to stop PDA inside the hallway where house helps and family members roamed around every now and then.
"You don't want us to be parents?" Bhai argued while wiping the smudged lipgloss off his mouth, whilst Bhabhi excused herself but not before smirking at Bhai.
Why does it always have to be me to catch them in such awkward positions and places?
Last time, I caught them in the elevator and before that in the men's washroom. For fuck's sake, people go there to pee, not to makeout.
They practically kept their mouth glued all the fucking time and I'm so sick of it.
I also want someone who can kiss the life out of me. I deserve it.
"Come on, Bhai, you have a giant room for a reason. Use it! Why corrupt my innocent eyes?" I tsked and he did not mind my words at all.
"You'll understand once you are married." He patted my shoulder before walking past me.
I turned and instantly matched his steps. We both walked down the stairs, holding our suitcases and duffle bags.
"Oh please, I have seen many married couples. None of them act like you guys do." I argued and he snorted.
"Everyone does this. Try asking them sometime, you'll know." He said and gestured me to open the car trunk.
"I don't want to know." I adjusted the bags in the trunk. "I want to have my own experience." I muttered mindlessly.
But I guess it was too loud because Bhai chuckled and leaned against the car.
"Got no girlfriend?" The corner of his mouth turned up as I closed the trunk shut with a little extra force. "No it is then." I rolled my eyes and narrowed them at him in mockery.
"Did you have a girlfriend when you were twenty-six?" I asked and he shook his head, wearing his black shades like a cool guy.
"Nahi, mujhe toh teri Bhabhi ka intezaar tha. Jab woh mil gayi, phir toh maine seedha shaadi kari."
"No, I was waiting for your sister-in-law. When I met her, I directly got married."
He said and his gaze drifted to Bhabhi for a split second before he smiled as he saw her walking towards us.
"Ew, so romantic," I forced a smile when he squinted his eyes at me.
Bhabhi stopped before us and took out something from her bag.
"You didn't apply sunscreen, did you?" She hissed and applied it on her fingers before putting it on Bhai's face.
She gently spreaded the sun protection on his face and patted his skin. I adapted a done expression as they looked too cute for my tolerance.
I guess this is what happens when your wife is a CEO of a whole ass skincare brand.
Bhai smirked at me and wiggled brow while Bhabhi was completely focused on protecting her husband's face from the big burning ball of gas.
"Don't look like this, Sarthak." Bhabhi muttered, still focused on her work.
"Like what?" I huffed and leaned on the car, wearing my cap.
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