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📍 - Mumbai, India.
Arranged Marriage; Soft and Innocent Female Protagonist; Possessive and Workaholic Male Protagonist; Love After Marriage; Happy Ending.
Varun Dhawan as Armaan Oberoi
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Tara Sutaria as Aashi Malhotra/Aashi Oberoi
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SYNOPSIS:
"Where the hell were you?" Aashi tried her best not to scream at Armaan but failed.
"O-Office." Armaan couldn't help but stutter. It was the first time he had seen his innocent wife lash out.
"I spent bloody 3 hours in the kitchen and made 5 different dishes for you. And you, Armaan Oberoi have the audacity to show up at 11:30 pm. What kind of meeting ends at almost midnight. Couldn't you have rescheduled?" Aashi asked as she kept her hands on her waist with her eyes blazing with anger.
"It was really important otherwise I would have rescheduled it." Armaan tried giving an excuse. Truth was, he had completely lost the track of time in the meeting. Aashi's dinner slipped out of his mind.
"Bahane hai saare, Oberoi Sahab. Aapko meri parwah hi nahi." Aashi said as her voice turned soft. Armaan heard her gulp and looked up at her crestfallen face. She looked like she was on the verge of crying.
Those are mere excuses, Oberoi Sir. You don't care about me.
Armaan picked a metal showpiece from the coffee table and handed it to her.
"What is this for?" Aashi questioned, confused at his actions.
"Sar phod do mera isse. Maar lo mujhe. Bhukha rakho, khana mat dena aaj, par..." Armaan left the sentence hanging as he kept the showpiece in Aashi's hands.
Break my head. Hit me. Starve me, don't give me any food tonight, but...
He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards his chest. Their bodies touching, breaths mingling with each other.
"Par doobara kabhi mat kehna ki mujhe tumhari parwah nahi." He whispered in a soft voice, his breath hitting her face.
