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Imp- I've only published half of the chapter compared to the stck.(𝟖𝟔. 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 | 𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤). Rest I'll upload on the next chapter So, if anyone plans to purchase the next chapter, don't skip directly to it. Instead, purchase this chapter to maintain the balance. The remaining word count is substantial, so rest assured, your money won't be wasted.

THIRD PERSON

Ayesha was astonished to see Armaan completely drunk.

For a moment, she was speechless, and her tongue was tied with no words to say. But then she mustered the courage and asked, "Did you-did you drink alcohol?"

Armaan smiled, placed one hand on Ayesha's cheek, and said in a drunken voice, "Aaj khushi ka din hai! Jashn toh banta hai (It's a day of celebration, darling, Doesn't that call for a party)

On his odd response, Ayesha's eyes narrowed.

"A celebration? By drinking alcohol?" Ayesha was stunned.

"Yes. Why? What did you expect, that I would come here after drinking Rooh Afza?" Armaan replied rudely.

Ayesha shook her head vigorously and pinched herself once, "Ouch!"

No, she wasn't dreaming.

But a moment ago, she had thought she was dreaming because Armaan's behavior was entirely beyond her understanding. She had never imagined that Armaan would do such a spectacle on their wedding night. The wedding had gone smoothly, but now, after the marriage, what was he trying to prove by doing all this?

Here, Armaan brought his lips close to hers and said, "What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

Ayesha, feeling frustrated, said, "What exactly are you doing? I can't understand anything, Maan."

"If you don't understand, then go to sleep quietly." Armaan retorted immediately.

Seeing his behavior, Ayesha was more than astonished. In the next moment, she pushed Armaan away from herself and yelled at him, "Get away from me. And talk to me tomorrow when this alcohol's effect wears off."

Ayesha angrily stomped her feet and headed towards the changing room when Armaan, in his drunken voice, said once again in that same rude manner, "And come out wearing some decent clothes because I'm not in the mood to do anything right now. Got it?"

Ayesha's eyes widened in disbelief. Armaan's stern lecture about dressing decently felt like an accusation, as if she was deliberately trying to seduce him. She turned around abruptly, looking directly into his eyes, "What did you say?"

Meanwhile, Armaan took off his sherwani and said, "Didn't you hear it the first time? I said come out wearing Decent clothes."

Ayesha flared up with anger, "What do you mean? Do I roam around in a bikini in front of you all day?"

"There's not even need for that." Armaan replied disinterestedly and turned to take out casual pants from the closet.

Ayesha was so furious at his behavior that she picked up a light vase kept nearby and threw it at Armaan in one swift motion. However, without turning, Armaan caught it with his hand and gently kissed it, saying, "Good night, Biwi."

Ayesha fumed with anger, her eyes blazing.

"You drunkard." she spat out, her voice shaking with rage. She stomped her feet, the sound echoing through the room, and stormed into the changing room, slamming the door shut behind her with a resounding bang.