Chapter 25. Perverted Vibes

Darsh's POV

"Photo of our wedding." I finished her thoughts.

"NOOOOOOOO! How can it be possible? HOW?" Khushi cried all of a sudden, making us startled. Dr. Jain's glasses got a crack instantly from the frequency of her voice. Uncle Hemant almost jumped on the couch.

"What no?" I asked, rubbing my ears.

"How can I marry this man? Was this marriage arranged by my father? I knew Papa would never choose a decent husband for me! Oh no!" Khushi collapsed on the bed dramatically, as if her soul had left her body. Uncle Hemant caught my attention; he was laughing so hard that he nearly fell to the ground. Dr. Jain hid his face behind his bag of medical equipment, laughing his ass off.

I clenched my hand and shot them with daggers with my eyes. That dramatic woman and those clowns were about to be killed by my hands if I couldn't restrain my fury at that moment. Uncle Hemant stopped giggling as he noticed my glare and cleared his throat.

"How can you say