𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

38○Them○(Part-4)

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This chapter has a lot of Hindi dialogues-but dw, English translations are provided wherever needed!

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Ashvik turned to the other side with an irritated groan, finally sitting up on his bed with a deep sigh.

He had been tossing and turning for the past hour, sleep nowhere near him. His mind was consumed by just one person.

His woman.
His Amaira.
His Jaan.

The thought that they were finally getting married tomorrow felt surreal. It was like a dream coming true. He had spent five years watching her from afar, imagining what it would be like to meet her - and now, here they were, ready to begin a new chapter of their lives.

Amaira had completely taken over his mind, heart, soul - everything. Her presence, her cuddles, the way she would rest her head on his chest or let him lie on hers like a big baby - it had all spoiled him. Now, without her beside him, sleep felt impossible.

He let out a long sigh and glanced at the clock. It was already past 1 a.m.

A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips as he got out of bed, slipping into his usual nightwear - a black t-shirt and comfy black trousers with his regular slippers.

He quietly stepped out of his mansion and headed toward the one where Amaira was staying with her large family.

Standing in front of the main gate, guarded by armed security, he grinned. Sure, he could've just walked in - after all, he was the one who owned the place. But that wasn't the plan.

Ashvik wanted this night to be memorable. He wanted to sneak in, just for the thrill of it, something to laugh about later.

So instead of going through the main gate, he turned back and walked to a quieter part of the boundary, where the security was tighter - but he knew this place like the back of his hand.

With a smirk, he bent down and crawled through a small hidden hole in the wall, cleverly covered with grass and stones, leading straight into the garden.