Randhir's eyes got fixed on a particular message in Ankit's sent items.. "Saale.. I know its unethical and galat bhi.. Par kya karun tum jaise kamino ko toh aise hi deal karna padega.. U reap what you sow isnt it? Chal.. Ab dekh Randhir ka kamaal" He turned the phone to silent mode and quickly did something in Ankit's phone. When he was done, he had that charming smile, one could die for, on his face.
"Hmmm.. Chalo Randhir.. Bahut kaam kar diya tumne.. Its break time.. Sasur ji hai kaha bahut der se dikh nai rahe hai" his eyes were looking for Kishore.. Since the time, Randhir entered Agarwal Mansion, Kishore had made sure to do onething without fail. Before you would go anywhere, he would first check if Randhir is already there or even around.. If he spots Randhir anywhere close to where he heads, he would immediately take a U-turn. To put it in simple terms, Randhir and Kishore were playing a virtual hide and seek. Pathetic part of it was, Kishore even forgot the fact that he is hiding in his own house. Such was the impact Randhir had created. Presently, he was hiding behind a wall, and peeping in through a window.
He screamed aloud "Ouch!!!" Somebody had tapped on his back.. That somebody was nobody other than our very own Desi Damad Randhir himself.. "Kya hua Sasurrrr ji.. Yaha aise khade hoke waha kya dekh rahe ho? Aapki biwi meri biwi ke saat mandir gayi hai.. My wife informed me par lagta hai aapki wife ne inform nai kiya.. Kya sasur ji! Ghar me b koi izzat nai hai aapka.. Kya zamana aa gaya hai..I really pity you..!" he mocked at Kishore who had a frown expression on his face.. "Nai beta.. Anju ne inform kiya mujhe(he obviously lied) Mein bas aise hi.." he pulled up a lame excuse..
"Ab samaj gaya mein" Randhir exclaimed
"Kya?" asked a puzzled Kishore..
"Iska matlab aap yaha khade hoke hide n seek khel rahe the.. Woh b mere saat hai na?" Randhir didnt have to think too much to arrive at this conclusion.. It was not of his level anyway.. He had recollected the way Mr. Kishore made himself invisible after the embarrassing lunch session they had.. Everytime they met, there was a clash and one of them will be forced to regret "Why did i even face him?" and that one of them was always Mr. Kishore himself.. These things made it pretty obvious that Kishore was checking Randhir's availability before barging into the hall..
"Arey nai Randhir beta..!" Randhir gave him a loud stare.. "Don't call me beta Mr.Agarwal.. Coz you neither deserve a son like me nor a daughter like Sanyukta.. " Randhir never let a chance go.. He was making Kishore regret each and everything he did to Sanyukta.. As usual, Kishore had no answer to this straight punch.. He turned to leave.. "Sasur ji.. Mujhe na bahut tired tired feel ho raha hai.. Ek coffee milega kya?" Ankit who had been looking for his mobile, overheard this conversation.. Kishore at once nodded his head and proceeded towards the kitchen while Ankit followed him.. "Papa.. Bahut zyada ho gaya yeh.. Zeher milake pila dete hai isse.. " he pulled something out of his pocket.. "Yeh kya kar rahe ho Ankit? Pagal ho gaye ho kya? Agar yeh mar jayega toh hum jail Pahunch jayenge.." Kishore warned Ankit.. "Papa aap bhi na.. Mein super intelligent hu.. Ullu nai.. Yeh Zeher nai hai yeh aise tablet hai jisse lete hi pet me dard shuru ho jayega aur pura din yeh toilet me hi pada rahega.. Ek din ke liye hi sahi hum iske torture se bach jayenge" Kishore gave that same proud look at his son, the one he gave while Ankit uttered Newton's law for thermodynamics.. "I am proud of you my son..! " Ankit mixed that tablets in a glass of milk and mixed it with the coffee powder. Kishore smiled and took it to Randhir..
Randhir was now, sitting by the computer table, reading something vigorously.. Kishore handed him over the coffee cup. Randhir smiled and took it from him.. Ankit who was hiding, made a V symbol at his dad and Kishore acknowledged it.. Randhir took the coffee cup near his lips, thought a little and called out for Ankit.. "Saale ji idhar aayiye.." Ankit came at once.. "Haa Jija ji"
"I am really sorry for misbehaving with you people.. I really shouldn't have done that.. I apologize from the bottom of my heart.." Randhir took a U turn..
Ankit and Kishore exchanged a puzzled look.. "Its not easy for you guys to forgive me.. Par hum koshish toh kar hi sakte hai na..! " Randhir kept confusing them..
"Papa is he good or bad? Mujhe toh confusion ho raha hai.." Ankit whispered to Kishore..
"Ankit, I offer this cup of coffee, to you.. Take this as my complimentary gift.." Randhir forced Ankit to drink the coffee.. He struggled to break free but Randhir was too strong.. All Kishore could do was to stand there and watch, as he didn't want to risk his image.. Randhir let Ankit go only after finishing the whole cup.. His expression was worth watching.. "Kaisa laga? Papa's coffee with a pinch of Jiju's love?" Randhir asked him with a smile.. "Bahut acha thaaa" somehow he managed to answer..
Randhir's eyes fell on his computer.. "Yeh kya Ankit? Yeh ladki kaun hai? Koi Nisha? Sasur ji dekhiye na aapka ladka koi nisha naam ki ladki ko pata raha hai" Randhir complained.. "Jiju.. Uske baare me papa ko pata hai.." Ankit gave it back "Haa beta.. Nisha hamare ghar ki honewali bahu hai.." Kishore defended Ankit.. Ankit gave Randhir a sarcastic look "Yeh plan flop ho jayega" type of look it was.. Randhir smiled..
"Agar Nisha aapke ghar ke honewali bahu hai toh yeh Usha kaun hai?" Someone screamed at the top of their voice.. Everybody looked at the direction from where the voice emerged.. A girl was fuming, breathing heavily.. Ankit's eyes popped out seeing her.. She rushed upto him like a storm.. "Usha tum yaha? " Ankit blabbered.. "Haa mein.. Kyu? Expect nai kiya kya?" she fumed.. Next moment, her punches landed on Ankit's face, followed by her loud abusive screams.. Kishore tried hard to stop her.. Randhir was having fun watching all of it.. "Usha please.. Its hurting..!" Ankit screamed but there was no stopping Usha.. After 10 mins, that seemed like 10 long years, Usha finally stopped beating him.. Randhir interrupted, taking a closer look at Ankit's already badly beaten body "Sis.. U haven't touched his right shoulder.. Rest of the parts have been covered" Usha fumed again and landed two more heavy punches on his right shoulder.. She walked upto Randhir "Thanks Brother, for making me realize his truth.. I ll never forget this all my life.." Randhir accepted her thanks generously "Its okay sis.. Instead of thanking me, promise me that you ll give a tight slap on this losers face whenever n wherever you see him.."
"I will.. I promise.." she walked upto Ankit, and gave him a tight slap on his face.. "Like this..!" she said..
"Looks pretty cool to me.." Randhir winked at Ankit while she dashed out of Agarwal Mansion.. "This is your son Mr.Agarwal.. Hope you have got the reality punch.." Kishore put his head down in shame.. By now, the adulterated coffee had started to do its work.. He pushed aside Kishore and rushed towards the washroom..
"My job is done.." Randhir proceeded towards his room whistling.. "Sasur ji mein sone jaa raha hu.. Aaram se sounga mein ab toh.."
Ankit had shifted his bed to washroom as he had to spend the whole night there.. By the time Sanyukta returned, Randhir had fallen asleep.. "Its only 9 pm and Randhir is already asleep..? Strange.." Sanyukta felt disappointed.. She tried waking him up coz she missed him.. Somehow they hadnt spent much time with each other since they reached Agarwal Mansion.. But it seemed Randhir was in his deep long sleep.. She cuddled near him in the bed and turned off the lights.. Once the lights went off, Randhir opened his eyes.. He waited, waited and waited.. Randhir turned on his mobile light.. It showed 11.55 Pm.. He kept staring at his mobile.. 11.56,11.57,11.58,11.59.. He could feel his heartbeat.. The moment it struck 12 AM, he jumped up on the bed, screaming "SURPRISEEEEEEEE!"
All coloured lights got turned on.. There was a flower shower going on, right above their bed, slow romantic music played on, fragrance and perfumes filled the room.. Such a romantic ambience he had created, all for his princess.. Sanyukta woke up in a jerk.. It took a while for her to even differentiate between dream and reality.. Randhir didn't allow her to come out of the trance.. He kissed her on her cheeks and screamed "Happy Birthday Wifey.. I love youuuuuuu..!" Sanyukta rubbed her eyes and yawned "Randhir.. Kiska birthday hai aaj?"
The moment she asked that, Randhir went numb.. "Matlab it's not yours?" Sanyukta nodded her head in a No...
Precap: Romantic moments coming up 😍😍😍
"Hmmm.. Chalo Randhir.. Bahut kaam kar diya tumne.. Its break time.. Sasur ji hai kaha bahut der se dikh nai rahe hai" his eyes were looking for Kishore.. Since the time, Randhir entered Agarwal Mansion, Kishore had made sure to do onething without fail. Before you would go anywhere, he would first check if Randhir is already there or even around.. If he spots Randhir anywhere close to where he heads, he would immediately take a U-turn. To put it in simple terms, Randhir and Kishore were playing a virtual hide and seek. Pathetic part of it was, Kishore even forgot the fact that he is hiding in his own house. Such was the impact Randhir had created. Presently, he was hiding behind a wall, and peeping in through a window.
He screamed aloud "Ouch!!!" Somebody had tapped on his back.. That somebody was nobody other than our very own Desi Damad Randhir himself.. "Kya hua Sasurrrr ji.. Yaha aise khade hoke waha kya dekh rahe ho? Aapki biwi meri biwi ke saat mandir gayi hai.. My wife informed me par lagta hai aapki wife ne inform nai kiya.. Kya sasur ji! Ghar me b koi izzat nai hai aapka.. Kya zamana aa gaya hai..I really pity you..!" he mocked at Kishore who had a frown expression on his face.. "Nai beta.. Anju ne inform kiya mujhe(he obviously lied) Mein bas aise hi.." he pulled up a lame excuse..
"Ab samaj gaya mein" Randhir exclaimed
"Kya?" asked a puzzled Kishore..
"Iska matlab aap yaha khade hoke hide n seek khel rahe the.. Woh b mere saat hai na?" Randhir didnt have to think too much to arrive at this conclusion.. It was not of his level anyway.. He had recollected the way Mr. Kishore made himself invisible after the embarrassing lunch session they had.. Everytime they met, there was a clash and one of them will be forced to regret "Why did i even face him?" and that one of them was always Mr. Kishore himself.. These things made it pretty obvious that Kishore was checking Randhir's availability before barging into the hall..
"Arey nai Randhir beta..!" Randhir gave him a loud stare.. "Don't call me beta Mr.Agarwal.. Coz you neither deserve a son like me nor a daughter like Sanyukta.. " Randhir never let a chance go.. He was making Kishore regret each and everything he did to Sanyukta.. As usual, Kishore had no answer to this straight punch.. He turned to leave.. "Sasur ji.. Mujhe na bahut tired tired feel ho raha hai.. Ek coffee milega kya?" Ankit who had been looking for his mobile, overheard this conversation.. Kishore at once nodded his head and proceeded towards the kitchen while Ankit followed him.. "Papa.. Bahut zyada ho gaya yeh.. Zeher milake pila dete hai isse.. " he pulled something out of his pocket.. "Yeh kya kar rahe ho Ankit? Pagal ho gaye ho kya? Agar yeh mar jayega toh hum jail Pahunch jayenge.." Kishore warned Ankit.. "Papa aap bhi na.. Mein super intelligent hu.. Ullu nai.. Yeh Zeher nai hai yeh aise tablet hai jisse lete hi pet me dard shuru ho jayega aur pura din yeh toilet me hi pada rahega.. Ek din ke liye hi sahi hum iske torture se bach jayenge" Kishore gave that same proud look at his son, the one he gave while Ankit uttered Newton's law for thermodynamics.. "I am proud of you my son..! " Ankit mixed that tablets in a glass of milk and mixed it with the coffee powder. Kishore smiled and took it to Randhir..
Randhir was now, sitting by the computer table, reading something vigorously.. Kishore handed him over the coffee cup. Randhir smiled and took it from him.. Ankit who was hiding, made a V symbol at his dad and Kishore acknowledged it.. Randhir took the coffee cup near his lips, thought a little and called out for Ankit.. "Saale ji idhar aayiye.." Ankit came at once.. "Haa Jija ji"
"I am really sorry for misbehaving with you people.. I really shouldn't have done that.. I apologize from the bottom of my heart.." Randhir took a U turn..
Ankit and Kishore exchanged a puzzled look.. "Its not easy for you guys to forgive me.. Par hum koshish toh kar hi sakte hai na..! " Randhir kept confusing them..
"Papa is he good or bad? Mujhe toh confusion ho raha hai.." Ankit whispered to Kishore..
"Ankit, I offer this cup of coffee, to you.. Take this as my complimentary gift.." Randhir forced Ankit to drink the coffee.. He struggled to break free but Randhir was too strong.. All Kishore could do was to stand there and watch, as he didn't want to risk his image.. Randhir let Ankit go only after finishing the whole cup.. His expression was worth watching.. "Kaisa laga? Papa's coffee with a pinch of Jiju's love?" Randhir asked him with a smile.. "Bahut acha thaaa" somehow he managed to answer..
Randhir's eyes fell on his computer.. "Yeh kya Ankit? Yeh ladki kaun hai? Koi Nisha? Sasur ji dekhiye na aapka ladka koi nisha naam ki ladki ko pata raha hai" Randhir complained.. "Jiju.. Uske baare me papa ko pata hai.." Ankit gave it back "Haa beta.. Nisha hamare ghar ki honewali bahu hai.." Kishore defended Ankit.. Ankit gave Randhir a sarcastic look "Yeh plan flop ho jayega" type of look it was.. Randhir smiled..
"Agar Nisha aapke ghar ke honewali bahu hai toh yeh Usha kaun hai?" Someone screamed at the top of their voice.. Everybody looked at the direction from where the voice emerged.. A girl was fuming, breathing heavily.. Ankit's eyes popped out seeing her.. She rushed upto him like a storm.. "Usha tum yaha? " Ankit blabbered.. "Haa mein.. Kyu? Expect nai kiya kya?" she fumed.. Next moment, her punches landed on Ankit's face, followed by her loud abusive screams.. Kishore tried hard to stop her.. Randhir was having fun watching all of it.. "Usha please.. Its hurting..!" Ankit screamed but there was no stopping Usha.. After 10 mins, that seemed like 10 long years, Usha finally stopped beating him.. Randhir interrupted, taking a closer look at Ankit's already badly beaten body "Sis.. U haven't touched his right shoulder.. Rest of the parts have been covered" Usha fumed again and landed two more heavy punches on his right shoulder.. She walked upto Randhir "Thanks Brother, for making me realize his truth.. I ll never forget this all my life.." Randhir accepted her thanks generously "Its okay sis.. Instead of thanking me, promise me that you ll give a tight slap on this losers face whenever n wherever you see him.."
"I will.. I promise.." she walked upto Ankit, and gave him a tight slap on his face.. "Like this..!" she said..
"Looks pretty cool to me.." Randhir winked at Ankit while she dashed out of Agarwal Mansion.. "This is your son Mr.Agarwal.. Hope you have got the reality punch.." Kishore put his head down in shame.. By now, the adulterated coffee had started to do its work.. He pushed aside Kishore and rushed towards the washroom..
"My job is done.." Randhir proceeded towards his room whistling.. "Sasur ji mein sone jaa raha hu.. Aaram se sounga mein ab toh.."
Ankit had shifted his bed to washroom as he had to spend the whole night there.. By the time Sanyukta returned, Randhir had fallen asleep.. "Its only 9 pm and Randhir is already asleep..? Strange.." Sanyukta felt disappointed.. She tried waking him up coz she missed him.. Somehow they hadnt spent much time with each other since they reached Agarwal Mansion.. But it seemed Randhir was in his deep long sleep.. She cuddled near him in the bed and turned off the lights.. Once the lights went off, Randhir opened his eyes.. He waited, waited and waited.. Randhir turned on his mobile light.. It showed 11.55 Pm.. He kept staring at his mobile.. 11.56,11.57,11.58,11.59.. He could feel his heartbeat.. The moment it struck 12 AM, he jumped up on the bed, screaming "SURPRISEEEEEEEE!"
All coloured lights got turned on.. There was a flower shower going on, right above their bed, slow romantic music played on, fragrance and perfumes filled the room.. Such a romantic ambience he had created, all for his princess.. Sanyukta woke up in a jerk.. It took a while for her to even differentiate between dream and reality.. Randhir didn't allow her to come out of the trance.. He kissed her on her cheeks and screamed "Happy Birthday Wifey.. I love youuuuuuu..!" Sanyukta rubbed her eyes and yawned "Randhir.. Kiska birthday hai aaj?"
The moment she asked that, Randhir went numb.. "Matlab it's not yours?" Sanyukta nodded her head in a No...
Precap: Romantic moments coming up 😍😍😍
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