Passion & Dilemma

36. Waiting For Him

Asking you guys to VOTE feels like begging my boyfriend to do the bare minimum.
(I don't have a boyfriend. Whatever.) *weeping in my pillow*

Ok, so I feel like some of you are new on this app and do not know how to vote so your lovely author (not feeling lovely today) is here to help ya'll.

Here's a step-by-step guide to voting on wattpad without losing your property. (as if you have any)

• On Phone:-

1. Find the story you’re obsessed with. (e.g. Passion & Dilemma.)

2. Open the chapter you're supposed to vote on (because, you know, support and all that).

3. See that little star-shaped "Vote" button (☆) at the bottom left corner? Yes? Now smash it like it's Jayesh Mathur's face.

4. You did it, you're an absolute legend. Slayyyy! Now go and feel like a Queen/King for doing the bare minimum.

• On Desktop:-

1. Click upon the story you're low-key addicted to (e.g. Passion & Dilemma)

2. Click the chapter that deserves your precious vote (because author is hungry for acknowledgement, appreciation, blah, blah, etc.)

3. You will see that "Vote" button (☆) on the top right corner or somewhere there only. Hit that shit once.

4. Damn! Your vote is registered. I am crying teare of joy...or not. Don't bother.

I sincerely hope this guide helped you. Feel free to use it as many as you wish in the future.

You're welcome.

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Prerna's POV

"But you are my Bhabhi!" Sarthak whined at Naina and she just shook her head, waving her hand in a no.

"Today, I am here as Prerna's sister." Naina argued back coolly.

"Aur mujhe joota-churai ke paise chahiye."

"And I want the money for joota-churai."

She added firmly to which Sarthak palmed his face and looked at Shobhit jija ji who was sat on a chair, behind Naina, like a king.

"Bhai," Sarthak pointed at Naina and then made a 'what is this?' hand gesture.

Shobhit jija ji just shrugged and folded his hands over his chest, completely unbothered.

"Fine." Sarthak huffed and took out his wallet before taking out eleven thousand and extending his hand to give money to Naina.

Naina's lips fell apart and she eyed the money before her eyebrows dipped in a frown. She picked the hem of her dupatta and dramatically pressed it on her mouth, before she began to fake weep.

"Waah Sarthak waah. Tum toh meri bua se bhi zyada kanjoos nikle. Maine tumhare liye kya nahi kiya. Tumhare liye kitne jhooth bole, raaton ko uth-uth ke tumhare liye khana banaya aur tumhari jeb se mere liye sirf 11 hazaar nikle. Waah!"

"Wow Sarthak, wow. You turned out to be even more miserly than my aunt. What haven't I done for you? I lied for you so many times, woke up at night to cook for you, and all I got from your pocket was only 11 thousand. Wow!"

I silently chuckled at the drama and shook my head seeing their playful banter.

"Sarthak bhai," Dipti interrupted, hugging Naina who hugged her back and kept weeping. "Even a serum of Moonlight's luxury collection costs more than eleven thousand."