Sinner~ A Desperate Race For Revenge.

Ch.8

Randhir and Devaki entered their house.

"Tumne kyun nahi FIR darj karwayi?" Randhir asked her irritated.

"Dekho Randhir...mujhe kuch yaad nahi hai...mujhe toh pata bhi nahi ki mere saath aisa hua hai aise me mein kaise unke khilaaf jhooti FIR darj kara dun? Yeh tog galat hua na.." Devaki confessed. Randhir stared at her disbelievingly.

"Kya? Tumhe kuch yaad nahi? Par tum hi toh chilla rahi thi!" Randhir exclaimed.

"Haan...par...Look, mujhe kuch yaad nahi hai aur mera sir dard abhi tak nahi gaya hai...please abhi itn sawaal mat poocho, Randhir." Devaki begged. Randhir's expression softened. He grabbed Devaki's hand.

"Acha chalo hum khana khate hai..." He gently directed her to the dining table. Randhir pulled out a chair for Devaki to sit and after tucking her in, he went and sat down on his own seat. The servants had kept the table ready with food. Two of them came and began serving them the dishes.

"Karela nahi banaya???" Devaki  asked in anger at the servant. The water that Randhir was drinking got stuck in his throat and he coughed. He looked at Devaki in shock.

"Karela????????" He asked in astonishment. "Kabse, baby?"

"Abhi se! Mujhe karela khana hai khana hai khana hai!" Devaki banged the table like a child. Randhir looked up at the servant.

"Please bana do na.." He politely request.

"Ji sir..." the servant bowed and went to the kitchen. Randhir looked at Devaki.

"Yeh kya hua hai tumhe? Karela toh tumhara dushman tha na?" Randhir asked her with an amused look. Devaki pouted.

"Haan, par abhi mujhe khana hai!" She said stubbornly. Randhir chuckled.

"Tumhare likes aur dislikes bhi samay ke saath badalte rehte hai..." He laughed.

"Haan toh tum bachkar raho...pata laga mein tumhe dislike karne lagun aur Amit Pandit ko like karne lagun.." Devaki teased. Randhir became serious.

"Yeh joke tha?" Randhir glared at her.
Devaki stuck her tongue out at him. He was watching this playful side of Devaki after so long. The feeling was great. From the past few months she had been acting so sensual and seducing Randhir that he had practically forgotten this side of Devaki.

He chuckled.

After what seemed like eternity, to Devaki, the servants brought in a dish of bitter gourd. Devaki's mouth started salivating. Randhir felt like vomiting looking at the typical  'karele ki sabzi'.

As soon as Devaki began to put the first bite in her mouth, her stomach did a flip. Her eyes widened in shock. She clutched her stomach and ran to the nearest washroom. Randhir immediately got up from his seat and followed her.

"Devaki???? Kya hua??" He entered the washroom and saw her puking all her insides out. He grabbed her hair at the back of her head and patted her back.

"Shh..." He tried to calm her. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Randhir..." She cried. He drew circles on her back.

"Shaant hi jao baby..." He calmed her down. She finally took a deep breath.
He took her to their bedroom and helped her lie down on the bed.

"Mein doctor ko bula raha hun..." Randhir said picking up his phone.

"Kise call karun...?" He thought. "Sameeksha? Nahi, nahi woh toh un logon ke saath ghumti hai...koi aur...haan! Bandana Jassi!" He suddenly remembered and dialled her number.