" sugar 430 hai apka , halwe walii. Hariiiiii bring some karele ka juice in my room please!" randhir summoned.

Only to earn a glare from his dad.
" fine I have sanyukta's number. Main direct bolungaaa no middleman." harsh winked and pulled out his mobile.

Randhir looked at his dad in amazement he always wanted to marry a girl who will treat his dad just like hers.

He smiled but his smile soon changed into an expression of shock as she answered his dad's call , " sanyukta beta harsh uncle here ! "harsh quipped in glee.

" hows my halwa doing !?" he giggled.
" sugar in control beta. Yes promise no jhooth !" harsh mouthed crossing his fingers.

Randhir huffed.
" okay 430 it is. Don't call up my doctor now !" harsh frowned.

" you and randhir dono ek jaise ho. Tyrants !" harsh frowned.
while randhir kept looking at his dad's happy face while talking to her.

She was so caring , as if his dad is her own.

Can it be a business tactic he thought.
" anyways she is demoted !" he smirked.

But her eyes that pain. Her story . Randhir shut his eyes to snatch some peace but what he got was her doe eyes brimming with tears.

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