Chapter 39

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Armaan I have woken up earlier than my usual time, and it's all because of that damned paghphera rasam where the girl visits her family after the wedding, like what the f**k dude? Why would she go to her home after she has already married? Doesn't that mean she belongs to her sasural (in-laws' house) now? And her Pati parmeshwar (Dear husband), who is me? This tradition is obnoxious and absolutely not needed. We have tied a bond that will last us seven lifetimes, so now she can't go anywhere. She is tied to me by tradition, by heart, and by soul. I sit against the bed's headboard, stubbornly, not moving an inch out of the blanket to get ready. I am supposed to take a nice bath, wear a suit, and drop her off at her house as if I have been bitten by a black mad dog. Since yesterday's di

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