Without being at fault, she suffered.
She suffered through an incident because of someone else's mistake.
For the sake of his daughter, he made her his assistant.
He never expected her to become more than that.
From being a stranger to him, to becom...
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The morning sun has come to Chauhan's house. Sushila aunty is on a mission to get another bowl of sugar after a while. With her daughter, Sona, who has no interest in visiting her neighbour.
Before Sushila could bell and ring, the door was already ajar, only for her to see what was happening. Meanwhile inside the house. The chaos was on another level. Ira, with white fur, is looking with her eyes boringly at two figures on the couch.
Sanskriti has her arms crossed over her chest. Fuming with anger. As she is fully ready to beat her son. Meanwhile, Laksh and Shivi are sleeping on the couch, unaware of the eyes on them. Shivi is sleeping on top of Laksh. His shirt covers her bare back. As she doesn't feel cold. Her pallu is on the floor. Laksh, shirtless, held her so tight e didn't move in her sleep a single inch, as if his life depended on her or someone would snatch her away from him.
Sumi hurriedly descended the stairs with her bag in her hand. For her office, she would rather not be late like others did. She grabs the bread from the dining table as she is about to pass, and her eyes fall on Sanskriti and her fuming anger. Ira is silently laughing.
“What happened? Are you getting late for the office?” Sanskriti asked Sumi who had seen the scene, and now she took a seat at the dining table and started eating in silence.
“Boss toh soo rha hai apni biwi ke sath. Mein kya karu, office Jake?” She asked, pouring herself the tea. Ira laughed and also joined her at the table.
“Uth ja batmeez!” Sanskriti shouted at Laksh, who tightened his hold on Shivi, making her gasp for air. As she snapped open her eyes. Like someone has thrown cold water at her.
"Rakesh, I am telling you, he is an antic piece. What did Anaya eat when she was pregnant with this man?” She shouted, Rakesh rub his temper.
"Penguin effect," Sumi commented between them, making Rakesh throw death glares at her. As she rolled her eyes at him in reply..
“You ask me to come here, to meet the bride and learn something from her. But look at it here. What is happening? Honeymoon on the living room couch?" Sona Sushila's daughter asked with the bowl in her hand. While Sushila is looking at the drama inside the house from the entrance.
“They are respectfu-” Sona cut her off and rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, respectful people are not allowed to do romance."" I mean, they can, but he is Laksh, na... And she is Shivi," she replied with an awkward smile at her daughter. Who was first interested in coming there but is now blaming her mother?"When did I say that she is Laksh and he is Shivi?” Sona asks, her brows raised.
Shivi slowly opened her eyes as she heard Sanskriti shouting at Rakesh for leaving him freely. And giving him more freedom than anyone. Shivi's eyes landed on Laksh, who was sleeping like the world had ended already. All he needed was her. Unknowingly, a slight blush crept on her cheeks as she found herself on his bare upper body while his shirt was on her, so she didn't feel cold at night. She pulled herself up, but at the next moment landed on Laksh as he didn't let her.
