Ovi's POV
Aarghhh, these people are driving me crazy. I already have plenty of problems, Mumma, please don't increase it by your extension.
Why the hell everyone is dragging me towards Arnav. For god's sake, don't anyone dare to say this again. especially Arnav, if he dares, he is gone.
I need to cook for my baby girl. I hurriedly moved to the kitchen and started collecting vegetables from the fridge. I started chopping them neatly. She loves Italian vegetable pasta with extra cheese. She is foodies, she loves cheese in everything.
I cooked it and served it in a bowl. Covering with the lid, I clutched the tray and headed to the bedroom.
I put the tray on the desk and slightly shook her.
"Sanjh, you should awake, my sparrow," I chuckled seeing her sleeping.
"Dii, " She opened her
