After Mars mission is successful, Sanyukta brings Randhir home to introduce him to her father, Kishore Agarwal.
How will he react meeting Randhir after two years? Will Mr. Agarwal accept Randhir? Will he forgive him for causing so much trouble in hi...
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I am so sorry, my lovelies that I wasn't able to post for a long time. Everything was very hectic for me and so I couldn't write. Sorry.
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Randhir felt nervous and excited as he climbed the stairs to Sanyukta's room. Correction their room. He paused in front of the door and took a deep breath then he placed his palm on the door handle. Slowly, he twisted the knob and opened the door.
The room was dimly lit with yellow lights and as he stepped in Randhir felt something under his shoe. He looked down and noticed rose – petals spread making a path in the room. Randhir gulped and quickly turned around. He closed the door and moved his hand up locking the door. With his heart beating in his throat he turned around to face the room. He walked inside. Tonight, the room wasn't the usual. He could inhale the sweet and seductive aroma of Lavender and rose scented candles. Randhir was impressed with whoever that came up with the idea. He was irritated by the heart-shaped balloons on which he was about to step many times, and many times they flew at his face. He looked ahead and found Sanyukta sitting on the bed. The bed had golden bedsheet and duvets. There was a fake canopy balanced on four wooden rods attached to the bed. The white flimsy canopy fell covering the bed. And behind it was Sanyukta. She sat with her knees pressed against her chest and the transparent veil covering her beautiful face.
Randhir removed his shervani dupatta from around his neck and tossed it on the chair. He wiped his palms on his shervani and licked his dry lips before advancing towards the bed. Sanyukta looked at him from the corner of her eyes and blushed.
Randhir moved the canopy little and climbed on the bed. He sat next to her and Sanyukta shifted. He moved his hand to hold her hand.
'Sanyukta.' He called softly. But before he could touch her she moved her hand away. Randhir frowned. A second later, he tried again but she moved her hand away, again. Now, Randhir got agitated but controlled his temper.
Randhir, it is your Sughraat. Control – He mentally told himself.
He forced a smiled and extended his hand again but once again Sanyukta moved her hand away. Randhir pressed his lips tightly and this time quickly grabbed her hand. Sanyukta gasped and hit his hand with her free hand.
'Ouch.' Randhir retracted his hand. Sanyukta pulled up her veil and glared at him.
'What are you doing, Randhir? This is a way to treat your newly wedded wife?' She asked.
'What are you doing? Not letting me touch your hand.' He retorted. Sanyukta sighed rolling her eyes.
'Randhir, I am a newly wedded wife. I don't know you. I am shy. First, talk.' She said
