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Can you believe someone dropped a comment on the last chapter? I mean, I'm torn between laughing and smacking my forehead. The previous chapter, really?! That was supposed to be the funny one! Armaan didn't show his violent side anywhere. If he wanted to, he could've unleashed chaos and wouldn't have given a damn. But nope, Mr. Bekar and ullu ka pattha decided to keep his cool. Gosh! Just leave my book then and there!
Well, call me a toxic author if you want, but Darling, I'm spilling the tea!
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Now, moving on to the real drama-ladies and gents, I've managed to collect 100k votes! Can you even?! Not quite enough to run for Prime Minister yet, but hey, We're at 100k *dramatically sobbing*
Also, the book is just a step away to hit 2 million soon. *hehehuihui*
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THIRD PERSON
"Sex." Ayesha blurted out.
Armaan kept looking at her for a few moments, then lifted Ayesha in his arms and said, "Yes! This sex will happen tomorrow. But only if you agree to everything I say."
"But I want sex right now." Ayesha said, trapping Armaan's neck with her hand.
"Not now. Tomorrow."
"No no. I want it right now." Ayesha insisted, stomping her feet.
Armaan then laid her on the bed and suddenly shouted in anger, "Ayesha!"
Hearing his voice, she sat up abruptly.
"You won't get sex tomorrow either if you don't listen to me tonight. Now keep quiet and do as I say." His voice was sharp, silencing Ayesha.
Armaan then took a deep breath, his eyes softening as he knelt by the bed. He gently lifted Ayesha's foot, unbuckling her sandals with tender care. His fingers moved to the jewelry adorning her neck and hands, carefully removing each piece as if he were handling delicate treasures.
