Bhairavi's POV:
He prefers to joke.
I looked at him in the mirror.
"What? I'm serious!", he smiled.
I started throwing things I could get my hands on. I also threw in a bottle of fragrance. Today is my coronation day and yeh bandar is literally driving me crazy. I kept throwing out my makeup products, brushes, rollers and everything. He danced to avoid them.
"Bhairavi, listen!"
"Listen to what? The story about you draping the sari."
your girlfriend?!" There was nothing else left to throw at him. So I started punching him in the chest.
"Calm down."
"How many girlfriends did you have in Ekanshi?"
"Including or excluding you?" he asked after thinking for a moment.
"You chose death today. Huh?", I continued pounding my fist into his chest.
He held my hands, "Why does it matter? You
