Aayansh's POV~

Kriti had been tearing through my wardrobe, searching for, who knows what. I’d been sitting on the couch for the past half hour, watching as she tossed aside perfectly folded shirts, meticulously arranged ties, and the rest of my clothes, piece by piece.

“Kriti-” I began, but she waved me off without even looking. “Chup raho, Aayansh!” she snapped, her frustration almost comical.

By now, my wardrobe was a disaster.
“Fine, Can you at least tell me what you’re looking for?” I asked again, a hint of impatience creeping into my voice.

Finally, she paused, a look of disbelief on her face. “Aayansh, you own hundreds of shirts and T-shirts!”