Today she'll leave no chance of impressing his already impressed boyfriend.
Her mother smiled at her " pagal"... And left her room to complete her left off work.
*****
30 minutes later....
Sanyukta came out wearing the dress. She glanced her reflection in the mirror. Huh... Finally she looks like the old Sanyukta... Fearless and bold.
Drying her hairs... Sanyukta took her Dupatta and made her way out of the room not before checking herself out the last time.
She came down smiling.... Seeing her smile her mother smiled too. This was her daughter... Who had lost in the time. She is her girl... Making her mother proud of her.
Sanyukta came in the kitchen... " Maa main kuch madad Kary ".... Her mother kissed her forehead and asked her to place the plates on the dining table as everything was done.
She adjusted the plate and the bowl of sambhar and chutney on the dining table.... Continuously staring at the door.... Waiting for his arrival.
And to her good luck.... The sound of his car hit her eardrum and she smiled brightly.... Her randhir is gonna have a dinner with her family.
Earlier.... She wanted to invite him for lunch at her house so that her parents can meet him... So that they can see how perfect her choice is.... But that day never came. She never got the chance of inviting him here.
But today... Finally he's going to have a breakfast at her house... Though her parents have already met him but still she want them to see him.... So that they recognize him the way she did.
He's an American afterall.... He's born in there his ethics are totally opposite of what she follows... But he have a corner that shows his Indianess.
He will keep her happy.... And his previous acts assures them of it.
Randhir came inside the house while busy on his mobile phone.... He was speaking to his mother.
Realising the fact.... Sanyukta's breathes hitched for she again thought what if his mother call him back.... The work he had come for to Delhi, Is already completed.
She prayed to god for the well being. And even if his mother is calling him back then... Not in any cost is she going to let him slip from her hands. He is hers.
Randhir disconnected the call and wished Sanyukta a good morning. He wished her father a morning as well. He settled down beside him on the sofa and began conversing something about the business..... Manly talk, you know.
Sanyukta came back to her mother and helped her in preparing the table. " Breakfast ready h... Plzz come and have a seat ".... Her mother called them all.
Soon everyone occupied the seats and Sanyukta with her mumma served them the food.
Sanyukta served Randhir the breakfast first while her mother joined her. She was too happy.... Pata nhi after marriage kya karegi???
Randhir smiled at her and they began their breakfast.... Sanyukta remained standing beside him.... So that she can provide him anything if he needs.
Her family were having am amazing time watching Sanyukta this caring. Because they'd always seen her fighting and most probably doing nothing if she is in home.
Not even... Would she do the honour of drinking the water by herself... But look... Today the girl who never served food for herself was serving someone else. That too with utmost care... As if she's his wife.
Ankit coughed a little loudly teasing Sanyukta in the process.... " Sanyu Zara Wo bowl pass karna ".... He deliberately asked her to give it. Because he knew she would never do that as he had asked her to.
This time Sanyukta smilingly passed him the bowl. Ankit winked at her.
" Umm sanyu tu kyu khadi h... Tu bhi kar breakfast ".... Ankit said trying to frustrate her. Sanyukta glared him evily and signalled him to stop or else she'll disclose his secrets.
" Haa Sanyukta why are you standing... Come and join us ".... He pulled her by her hand and her family coughed in unison. Sanyukta glared all of them and sat beside him whereas randhir stated at them trying to make out the reason behind their cough.
Tubelight hai Saala!!!
To be continued....
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