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𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩,
He stops the bike in front of the building, but Vaani doesn't move. “Hum pahonch gaye hai,” he coldly announces, not showing much expression.
Vaani gets down, wiping her tears, and looks at him. “Goodbye, milte hai Somnath mein,” he murmurs, starting the bike again.
“What did you just say to me?” Vaani angrily asks, raising her voice, making him frown. “Goodbye–”
*Slap*
She slaps him across the cheek and storms off, glaring at him. Confused by what just happened, Shivank gets off the bike and follows her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” he shouts, stepping inside the lift. She doesn’t react, ignoring him.
“Maine aisa kya bola jo aapne mujhe thappad maara? You were the one who said right? That you’ll meet me as my brother’s wife, so–”
“Toh you’ll just let me marry your brother? Are you mad? Akal nahi hai tujhme!! Mai aise tere saath rehkar tere bhai se shaadi kar lungi?” She angrily shouts, pushing him away and pinning him against the lift wall.
“Arre, what the fuck do you want? Saari raat ladhna hai? Chal ghar, wahan pura drama karte hai. Sote hue ladhenge, khaate hue ladhenge, kaam bhi ladte hue karenge, chal!” He grabs her hand and presses the lift button.
“No!” She jerks her hand away, glaring at him. “I want you to WANT me to stay!” She murmurs angrily, barely audible, but he hears it and holds his forehead in frustration.
“How can you decide what I want?” Shivank asks, confused, looking at her.
“So you don’t want me? I’m not your mamma anymore? Wow!!” She pouts, wiping her tears away and pressing the button to the top floor again.
“Arre Vaani, why are you throwing tantrums like a wife?”
“So now I’m throwing tantrums? You told me I should be grateful you’re letting me stay at your place! You’re the one acting like a father, telling me where I should and shouldn’t go. You didn’t stop me from leaving the house; instead, you shouted at me! And you...you...!”
