HITLER SASURJI ✔️ (COMPLETED)

Chapter 23~ Hurt and Anger

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Kishore sat in the living room, reading a book. He had just flipped a page when he felt someone stand next to him. He looked up and found Aryan standing.

'Yes?' He asked him, formally.

'I need to talk to you.' Aryan said.

'Hmm...' Kishore replied looking back into his book.

'Uncle, you had asked Randhir to stay from Sanyukta, right?' Aryan said. Kishore looked away from the book he was reading and looked up. He gave him a stern look.

'Yes.' He replied dryly.

'Then he is breaking your rules. No shame, no respect.' Aryan said with disgust, and Kishore frowned.

'Up on the terrace, he is with Sanyukta.'

'What do you mean? Its only Vidhushi and Ankit upstairs.'

'No, No. Sanyukta has kept fast for Randhir and they are upstairs disrespecting your rules.' Aryan said determinedly.

Kishore looked away angrily. Sanyukta and Randhir disappointed him. He felt angry and crumpled the edge of the page. Aryan smirked.

Kishore stood up and Aryan took a step back, he turned to look angrily at Aryan, - 'You better not be lying.'

'I am Sanyukta's friend, her well-wisher. Why will I lie?' Aryan faked innocence. Kishore looked away sternly. Aryan watched him leave before following him out of the room.

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Sanyukta looked up at the moon and then at Randhir. He smiled at her and she lowered her gaze, smiling. Randhir admired her as she forwarded him the Thalli.

'Fast, I am starving.' Sanyukta pouted caressing her stomach. Randhir smiled.

'Haan, Baba. Two minutes.' He replied and took a small piece of sweet from the Thalli. He forwarded it to her mouth.

Sanyukta smiled as Randhir picked up a small piece of sweet and brought it close to her lips. She took a bite and forwarded it to him. Randhir smiled and hungrily took a bite. His teeth brushed against her fingers and she retracted her hand.

'Ouch, Randhir, aaram se. Don't bite off my hand.' She giggled. Randhir smirked and held her hand. Sanyukta noticed his eyes turning dark and quickly moved her hand from his grip.

She adjusted the veil over her head and picked up the Thali, - 'Come let us go, we are getting late.' Sanyukta said. Randhir sighed. They get so little time together and now all this is getting on his nerves.

As they turned they froze on seeing Kishore at the door, his fingers clenched and his eyes popping out in anger. Sanyukta gulped. Randhir eyes darted from Kishore to Aryan who stood beside him and smirked at Randhir.

'Papa!' Sanyukta spoke softly, she looked fearfully at her father. Randhir glared at Aryan. Kishore's eyes darted angrily from Randhir to Sanyukta. His gaze fell on the Thalli, Sanyukta's attire and he guessed what was happening.

'What is all this?' Kishore asked sternly

'Papa, I can explain-' Sanyukta began meekly.

'WHAT WILL YOU EXPLAIN, SANYUKTA.' Kishore yelled at her and Sanyukta stopped speaking. Instant tears pooled her eyes. Randhir looked at Kishore.