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"Your punishment number 1: I am not going to talk to you for 1 hour" Ishaan sighed heavily. One freaking hour. Sixty minutes. Thirty Six Thousand seconds. How can he not hear her melodious voice.

"Punishment Number two : You will make my favourite food as dinner and will allow me to eat anything I want" He would love to cook her but the second one is not much acceptable. Because if he allow she will surely eat lot of ice creams and will catch fever. He is concerned for her but he can't disagree, as he fucking cursed infront of her.

"Punishment Number three : you are...