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what did you do dad?
Author’s P. O. V.
“Yash?” Sherlin called his name as he stopped taking a bite of his boiled carrot and looked at the lady who was standing in front of him while her hands rested on her hips.
“Yeah?” He asked as he looked at Aahana who was watching him with eyes that said, ‘What did you do dad?’
“Why is there new crockery in the kitchen?” She asked as she rested her arms in front of her chest.
“Umm… because we need them?” it was supposed to be an answer but it came out more like a question, Yash did not know what to do or say anymore.
“Yash…” Sherin did not want to argue with him but saw a bunch of new wooden plates, pure glass mugs, cups, and glass, along with rock utensils even the plates were made of wood.
And when I say wood, the wood of the finest quality.
She could buy a mansion from the amount that Yash invested in crockeries.
Yash
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