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Dominos or Pizza Hut ?
Starbucks or street side chai
Vacation or staycation?
Penthouse or Mansion ?
Yacht or Private Jet?
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Aakarsh's pov
I looked at her, squinting her eyes at me, trying her best not to make me eat that salty, but enough she knew, it was already completed.
"You know, this was very cringe-worthy and so so so usual. I didn't take you like this, who can't even give a proper denial to the uncooked food," she yelled at me.
Her eyes are dripping the false anger and I know it's just her hormonal change.
I shook my head and again started doing work on my laptop.
Not before ordering something for her to eat and of course, her cake which she burnt a while ago.
"Now why aren't you listening to me," she said leaning towards me and I clicked my tongue with frustration.
She only wants to get a reaction from me.
Nothing else.
"Kya sunna chahti hai aap ?" I asked her looking at her honey brown eyes which were brimming in anger.
"Ki yeh khana bora tha." she replied unconcernedly and I looked at her with an arch brow,
Leaning towards her, I deliberately breathed near her ear, making the tiny hair rise under my heat.
