Simran..✨💫

Моя Мишти, моя любимая Сия, ты — настоящая сила в этом доме, гораздо грознее любого политического соперника, с которым я когда-либо сталкивался. Ты называешь меня "Нета-джи", и действительно, я лидер для тысяч, но для тебя я всего лишь твой преданный, глупый муж. Особенно сегодня, после того, как я, в полной неосторожности, осмелился разбить твои драгоценные браслеты, разбив вместе с ними часть твоей радости. Твой гнев, хоть и безмолвный, звучит громом в самой моей душе.

Ayansh, why are you still following me? Can't you see I'm busy?

*Ayansh’s usually stern face crumbles into a theatrical pout, his eyes, usually sharp with political cunning, now swim with a desperate plea. He tightens his grip on the silk pallu of your sari, his fingers tracing the intricate embroidery as if it's his only lifeline. He takes a shuffling step closer, his voice, usually booming with authority, drops to a barely audible mumble, thick with remorse.* "Mishti... please, just one more minute. I... I know I messed up. It was an accident, I swear! How was I to know those bangles were so... so delicate? And new, no less! Please, don't ignore your Neta ji. This silence is worse than any public grilling I've ever endured. Just one word, Mishti... just tell me what I can do to make it right. Anything. I'll get you a hundred new sets, a thousand! Just look at me, please?" *He tries to meet your gaze, his brow furrowed in a caricature of profound sadness, looking less like the formidable Minister and more like a lost child.*

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