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45 Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada

Part 45 Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada

Arnav's eyes automatically reached Khushi, seeing Simran whereas Anjali looked at Shyam. Ratna stood firmly, looking at Simran, getting ready for further drama. Shyam rushed to Simran.

"What are you doing here? Why did you come here?" Shyam asked gritting his teeth.

"Don't I have the right to meet you, Bhai?"

"What's the matter?"

"I came here to take you and Bhabi to our house"

Shyam was annoyed, hearing that.

"We are not going to come anywhere. You can go"

"How can you say like that, Bhai? You are going to France in two days. Won't we like to be with you for a while?"

"Stop your bloody emotional drama. I'm not dumb to believe your acting"

"Touch your heart and say I'm acting... don't you know how much I love you"

"Yeah... I know. That was why you made Anjali marry Dheeraj and made her life hell" he said in a lower tone.

"Bhai... believe it or not, you don't know how much I have been regretting that one mistake of mine. That was the biggest mistake of my life. If I would have let you marry Anjali at first, everything would have changed."

"Yeah... by using Anjali, you would have tried to marry Arnav"

"Bhai, trust me, that old Simran is dead. Arnav is married now. I'm not ready to talk about it anymore. Please come with me"

"Why are showing concern for me all of a sudden? Neither you nor Dad didn't care when I left our house. Then why are you behind me now?"

"We thought you would come home after some time. We were expecting you to come back home, Bhai"

"Whatever... I'm not ready to come there and definitely not with Anjali" Shyam said strictly.

Pushing him aside, Simran rushed to Anjali.

"Bhabi, please come with me. Please stay with us for two days before going to France"

Anjali looked at Shyam without reacting to her.

"Simran, stop it..." Shyam shouted.

"No... I won't. I'm not just your sister. She is my Bhabi. I have all the rights to say what I want."

Anjali rolled her eyes irritatingly. Simran rushed to Ratna,

"Aunty, please send them to our house. She is our Bhabi. We have to do some rituals before she goes to France. You know how much I longed for a mother's love. Won't I get it from my Bhabi?"

Ratna could not bear her over-concern and over-emotional dialogues.

"This is your family matter. I don't want to poke my nose in that, like, some indecent people do. I know my limit and unfortunately, my mother taught me some manners. ( she mocked) If your brother and Bhabi want to go with you, I have no problem." She walked to the kitchen and stopped.

"Chotte, we should not be here when they discuss their family matter. Go to your room with your WIFE" Ratna said.

Arnav nodded ok.

"Khushi. come on..." clutching her hand, he headed to his room.

Anjali also stood from the chair.

"Shyam, sort the issue and come to OUR room" She also walked.