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MOTIHARI

Randhir removed his Gucci shades and looked around with attitude. He stepped down from the Bullock cart in full swag. Before he could step forward, he felt something slippery and fell hard hurting his bum.

His hands, legs and back, all were covered in wet mud. He had the eww expression on his face and looked longingly at his Gucci shades which were now lying in the mud all broken and dirty.

He heard some giggles from his front, looking up he found few kids watching his state and laughing their guts out. He glared at them but instead of getting scared they showed him their tongue and ran away as they saw him getting up.

He somehow managed to stand up and tried to dust off the mud but as it was wet, it spread more and made him cringe even more.

"Where the hell am I stuck. I hate you for this mom." He cursed.

He took out the small chit from his bag and looked for the house name written on it.

'Agarwal Niwas'

The roads were not actually roads they were muddy paths, the houses were not concrete, they were 'kachcha' and the kids were playing in the nasty mud without any care of their clothes.

He looked for a while and finally came across a big house, actually the biggest on the street. He entered the boundary and stopped in front of the huge door.

He expected some lady in a saree, with veil covering till her neck, to open the door but the one who opened it left him flabbergasted.

The opened door revealed to him the most beautiful and not to mention the hottest creation of God. The young girl in front of him was dressed in a white and pink check shirt, with a knot on her stomach paired with blue denim ripped shorts.

He had never expected a girl at this village even wearing a jeans so it was obvious to be petrified seeing one in shorts. Then his gaze fixed itself on her face. She had waist length chocolate brown hair, maybe she had highlighted it. Then she had a pair of long lashes, her eyes not visible as she was looking down at her phone, her cute little nose flared as she read something in the mobile and her perfect set of lips curved up making him swoon over her.

It seemed like an eternity when she finally realized that there was someone standing on the door, she looked up to find a super handsome boy standing there looking at her dreamily. He wore a red color polo T-shirt paired with beige chinos and white earphones dangling down his neck, he was definitely not one of the villagers. What caught her eyes were his eyes checking her out with undivided attention.

As she looked up his breathing stopped as he got to see the most enticing pair of hazel eyes. Her eyes widened first with realization and then narrowed at him. He lost himself into those deep big eyes.

"If you are done, can you tell me who you are?" She asked rudely.

He finally came out of his trance listening to her voice.

*Hmm... Yehi hogi meri biwi, sanu. Aise baat karte hai apne pati se.* He made a face.

He then realized that she was waiting for an answer that too with suspicious eyes, he just cleared his throat to avoid the embarrassment.

"I am... I am randhir, my uncle must have called your dad." He stammered out somehow.

"Oh you are the one, come in." She spat and went in without even waiting for him.

*She is so rude. But boy! She's hot too.* he thought.

As he entered the palatial house, he saw the interiors done in a traditional way. The furniture was minimal making the living room look bigger. There was a big carved wooden swing at one corner and an old looking sofa set at the center.

An elderly man entered the room wearing a white dhoti-kurta. He smiled at randhir warmly while her smiled back awkwardly, he then suddenly realized something and bent down to touch his feet.

"Randhir beta, mai kishore hoon tum mujhe kaka bol sakte ho. Tumhare chacha ji bhot ache dost hai humare. Tum isko apna hi ghar samajh ke rehna" The man patted his back.

*Who could say that he is the father of that beauty.* he sighed.

Harsh had found some connection with a man in motihari, he was his distant cousin. They explained him the whole situation and he helped randhir to get into the 'Agarwal niwas'.

"Thank you kaka. Mai aapko zyada takleef nhi doonga." He put up the most innocent face possible.

"Nhi nhi beta, kuch bhi zarurat ho toh bilkul mat sharmana. Arree beta tumhare kapde itne gande kaise hogye?" Kishore asked finally noticing his dirty self.

"Poochiye mat kaka, Mai bahar gir gaya tha." He pouted like a kid.

"Arree beta tum aagye, zyada dikkat toh nhi hui?" Asked an elderly woman coming out, with over sweetness.

She was dressed in a Saari in the front pallu style, a veil covered her head till the forehead.

"Ji nhi kaki." He smiled at her too.

"Randhir beta yeh meri dharam patni hai, anju." Kishore introduced.

Randhir bent down to touch her feet too.

"Beta ab tum yeh kapde badal lo. Aap tumhe tumhara kamra dikha du." Kishore initiated.

"Haan haan humare ghar ko ab dharamshala toh bana hi diya hai, room service bhi chalu kardo." Anju muttered under her breath but it was evenly audible to both the men.

"Haan beta, mai ek baat batana toh bhool hi gaya, meri biwi ki baato par dhyan dene ki zarurat nhi hai, woh aise hi kuch bhi bolti rehti hai." Kishore whispered in his ears.

*Agar saasumaa ko pata hota ki unka daamaad aaya hai toh am sure unki dhun kuch alag hi hoti.* Randhir smirked.

They headed towards his room, it was corridor with rooms on both sides, in which they were walking. On a serious thought, this place could actually be made a dharamshala.

His room was huge and had great interiors. He cleaned himself up. He dozed off on his king size bed and woke only in afternoon when he was called for lunch.

He went to the dining table and sat down after greeting kishore, who sat on the head chair.

"Arree SANU beta, aao inse milo." Randhir heard his voice while looking around for food as rats performed hip hop in his stomach and then heard footsteps.

He had already met his wife so it was no surprise for him, or was it??

He looked up thinking to see the same girl as earlier but to his sheer shock and horror it wasn't her. It was someone else.

"Randhir isse Milo humari beti, SANU." Kishore introduced happily.

Oh shit!!!

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Oh shit!!!

Randhir was thinking about the wrong girl!! She wasn't 'sanu'😓😓

Now will he like the actual 'sanu'??

Stay tuned to find out😉

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