Anjali - Chote!?
As the voice of his sister hit his eardrums, he pivoted to look at the damage he's done. He hurt her. Her eyes indicate it. And he now only realized it. How could his anger touch such heights? How could say all those things to Shyam, knowing very well how much she loves him.
She stared at him without uttering a word. A verbal exchange wasn't needed. He knew he saddened her and he was ashamed. He couldn't meet her eyes and went up to his room.
Shyam glared after him until he wasn't visible anymore. He was furious and exploding inside for Arnav dared to insult him like that in front of everybody. If it wasn't for the comfort and money he would have never married Anjali. And it was for the same reason he stayed quiet, for now.
You'll regret this big time Arnav. Big time.
Shyam's mind worked 24/7 on schemes. He was an opportunist and knew very well how to turn things into his favor. While the rest of the people present there gazed at him with shame and guilt in their eyes on behalf of Arnav, he used the moment to executed his plot.
Nani - Damadji, don't mind his words. You know Chote, he has nothing but respect for you in his heart.
Shyam - I know Nani ji. But he's right, I had actually forgotten this is...not my home.
Anjali looked up at her husband as she heard his afflicted voice. He seemed so broken. Maybe Arnav had gone too far this time. Though she had not been happy with her husband inviting the Mehtas, Arnav did not need say all those things to Shyam.
She wiped her eyes and followed her husband up to their room. She did have a vague idea what may be coming. And as she entered the room, her doubt was confirmed. Shyam was packing his clothes.
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He threw his jacket onto the bed and ran his hand into his hair. He paced the length of the room.
What the hell was that?
There was a lot more going in his mind. But the most important one was that question. His outburst was certainly not needed. And he hurt his Di.
Di!
He sat down on the bed finally and covering his face with his palms, he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. Shyam was interfering in his personal life by trying to arrange his marriage, but he could have been handled way more mildly. He crossed the limit today and it'll require a lot of efforts to reconcile the matter.
Mami - Arnav bitua
He shot up at Mami's frightened expression and frowned while waiting for her to speak further.
Mami - Anjali bitiya and Shyam are leaving home.
And there it was. The result of his aggressive behaviour. His sister will be leaving the house, and him. That's something he can not accept.
And so, he rushed downstairs where his sister and Shyam were standing with their bags while the rest of the family were trying desperately to stop them.
Arnav - Stop! You're going nowhere.
Everyone turned behind to see Arnav who approached his sister in quick steps. Shyam smirked. He was anticipating this moment where he'll bring the mighty ASR down to his knees. He considered the upcoming moment a justice to all the times Arnav hurt Khushiji. And it'll be sheer satisfaction for his ego to see the ASR who never bends in front of anyone, bend in front of him.
Arnav - I'm really sorry Di. I, I overreacted. I don't know what happened to me, I just...please don't leave Di.
Anjali observed her brother as he stood there in front of them. His lips trembled, his eyes filled with desperation and fear. She recognized it. He was desperate not to let her go and scared of losing her. She wished to stroke his hair and caress his face, assure him she'll always be there for him. But she couldn't. It was a matter of her husband's self respect and her duty as his wife. If only Arnav hadn't been at fault. His temper always brought out the worst of him and this time it concerned her husband's self-respect.
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