This is pure fictional work . I suddenly had this urge to write a oneshot so I did .
Jugnu watches his best friend giving interview after a match winning perfomance in IPL.
"there are calls from home ..." he informed walking inside with his friend as they decide to head to hotel in team bus , Shubman looked at him , eye brows up and Jugnu shrugged his shoulders .
"when is the next match ...?"
"on 17 .. we have around 4 to 5 days .. you can manage this visit .. easily .." Jugnu stopped when his friend glared at him "I mean ... if you want ..."
"ughhh fine .. book me a ticket .." he groaned before walking inside the bathroom , Shubman's eyes fall on the lightning screen of his phone , which was thrown on bed and he read a msg , drying his hair with towel.
It was next day when Shubman landed in chandigarh , and his sister greeted him at airport "welcome brother ..."
"what's the issue Di... why so sudden ?" he asked as they drove to their house , the house he built , a grand villa , people are talking about over the internet .
Shubman looked at his sister who did not replied , "di .. ?"
"nothing much .. ask by yourself .. once you reach there ..." after a 20 minute drive , they reached their home and Shubman stepped inside his home and he was engulfed in a hug by his father .
"oh mere gabru ... kaisa hai .. kamal hi kar diya .. "
"I am great .. dad " he walked up to his mother who like every time did not ran to hug him but he hugged her and can feel his mother not hugging back tightly .
"maa..."
"hmm "
"sb shi to hai naa..."
"haa sb shi bs kl ..."
"kl kya maa..?" he asked and Shaneel spoke "tere liye do rishte aaye the .. "
"to usme kya .. you guys called me here for that ..." he chuckled but his smile vanished, face getting pale when Shaneel completed her words with a sweet smile .
"aur use pta chl gya ... "
"don't play with me di.. how can it happen .. where were you ?" he asked already taking steps towards stairs . "that was not my mistake .. that it happened .."
Shubman ran upstairs seeing her sister smirking at him , this smirk guarrante him that he is in a great trouble .
"biwi ..." Shubman opened the door speaking in a sweet tone and a pillow was thrown at his face , then another , chappals followed afterwards and Shubman tried to save himself as he took steps towards another person who looked for other things to throw .
"hey hey ... baby... Ishan.. baby listen to me ..."
"no no you cheater .. go away from me ..."
"cheater ? "
"womanizer .. fucker ... you rude rude person ... liar ... don't biwi me ..."
