Clothes…
“It’s a long weekend, so chill!” Tushar growled, he had sent Pallavi, Nidhi Bhushan and his kids over for the weekend
Sumedha felt a quick pang pang of jealously upon hearing Tushar speak
She wanted grandkids, she wanted the same relationship that Nidhi had with her grandsons Aseem and Sahil
Aseem especially was adorable and a handful
Taaruni looked really incredibly happy, mothering them
Sumedha was visiting her DIL as usual on Thursday afternoon, and Taaruni’s family showed up out of the blue
Taaruni walked around with Aseem in her arms
Nidhi Bhushan began making rotis for lunch as Sumedha watched longingly
“Ghar par aap banaate ho khaana?”
“Hamari bahu apne ghar se ek bache ko laayi thi, humne bhej diya, phir who jab bache hue tab lauta, I love to cook” Nidhi smiled
Despite the tragedy Nidhi looked rested and content
Sumedha ached for such contentment
“Aapko hamare ghar Chandigarh aana chahiye”
“Taaruni ne kabhi bulaya nahi” Sumedha cooed
“Arey who kyon bulaye aapko, MAIN keh rahi hoon, aap chalo mere saath”
“I love how close you are to your DIL” sumedha smiled
“I LOVE Pallavi, her father is so rich she could buy Tushar over 10 times, par ghamand bilqul nahi is ladki mein”
“So great”
“Jee bilqul”
“Taaruni is very sweet too” Sumedha unknowingly competed
Nidhi smiled secretly
“Achha?”
“Haan main aur who hamesha din mein saath hi hote hain” Sumedha claimed
She had no idea Taaruni was only being gracious and did not share much love or feel much syrupy compassion
“Ma, meri green skirt aapke suitcase mein hai?” Pallavi stood with hands on her hips, looking frazzled
“Toone kaha rakh deti hoon, aapko pehle boys ke kapre dher saari de di”
“I cant wear my orange blouse?”Wahhhhhh” Pallavi pretended to cry
“Beta go home with me, I have a closet full of clothes, all new, I keep in stock to hand to young visitors as gifts”
Pallavi’s jaw dropped, she was wealthy but this was above her level of wealth also
“Umm.. nahi aunty, I have too many clothes, main Ma ko tang karti hoon hamesha pack karoon chhod doon, pack kar leti hoon” Pallavi giggled
“Mera beta bhi bahut fashionable hai” uske paas bhi bohot kapre hain” Sumedha competed again
“Oh really?”
“Haan”
“Tushar ko apne cheezon ki koi khabar nahi sab Pallavi sambhalti hai” Nidhi declared proudly, “Tushar aur Rajesh ek samaan” Nidhi choked up
Sumedha got off the bar stool and scrambled to go hug her
“Ma Tarooo inko dekh legi hum log Dilli Haat jaayen?”
“Beta leave them with ME na” Sumedha offered
Pallavi smiled meaningfully at Nidhi
Nidhi signaled her not to be rude
Pallavi nodded and left
“Yeh to bahut achha idea hai, I will feel happy if you are here too with the boys” Nidhi offered
Sumedha’s eyes lit up
Her DIL was sprawled on the living room rug as she played with Aseem
Taaruni tried to read his Captain Underpants book
He couldn’t care less
They both lay on their back…. Entangled, Aseem grabbed her book, she grabbed her phone back from him
She chased him to her room and they could be heard squealing on the bed
Sumedha nervously served the delicious Sahil sandwich Nidhi had whipped up for her grandson
Pallavi was in and out of the guest bedroom, grazing
Aseem, DO MUJHE” Taaruni could be heard scowling
Aseem grabbed her ipad and let go of her phone
When she went to grab it, he snatched it back
Taaruni started texting with friends on her ipad, turned on her music, wore her air pods and just grooved despite laying on bed
She could hear Aseem giggling and chatting, she had a few of Pallavi’s friends on her phone, she assumed Aseem was talking to a kid his own age
“I am in your house” Aseem warned Pradyut
“Why?”
“Because…”
“that’s not ananswer”
“What?”
“Why did you come?”
“Dada sent me”
“Did you fly alone?”
“No… I cant fly a plane”
“Why?”
Pradyut kept him engaged confused and amused, for the next 10 minutes
“SEE is sleeping” Aseem put the phone on Taaruni’s belly
He pulled the airpod from her left year
“No… no.. u cant have that, pehle hi tum mera DO kho chuke ho whats with you and my left ear air pod?” Taaruni scolded as he ran with her air pod
“Who is sleeping?” she heard Pradyut on her overturned phone under some blankets, she grabbed it and saw his face
“Were YOU talking to him?” she accused
“He called me” he said blandly
“He is not allowed to talk to strangers” she said primly
It made him smile for real
“I was befriending him so he would no longer remain a stranger to me”
Ughhhh! Smarta--!! She cursed in her head
“An adult has to approve, you cant appoint yourself as a friend”
“Is there an adult around?” he pleaded innocently
“Go ahead you can think of me as a child, but that makes you a predator”
He smiled slowly, looking delicious in what seemed like a linen shirt with bold checks, his sunglasses on his head, his face tanned to a deep burnished tone… his eyes hidden by the sunglasses previously was all pale
Those lips straying over her neck and going down her shirt, just the thought alone made her weak
“I won that round” she told him firmly mustering courage to assert her superiority
“I do remember kissing that neck… you are right” “You are nota child” he nodded
She sat up startled
“Do u have clothes on?”
She was startled….
“Yes Pradyut I have none on” she moved the phone around so he could see she was clothed, tan tee and jeans
“Ah… my bad” he muttered insincerely, satisfied with what his eyes had seen
She had given him a full blown view of her body
“Whats going on with your chin?”
She felt it
“He pulled his book from my hand and his toy struck me” she said quietly
“No I don’t want you to kiss and make it better” she thought
“I could…” he began
“No I don’t want you to” she said firmly
“I was suggesting cold press” he chuckled
“You are a builder and a doctor now” she rolled her eyes unapologetically
“I am not a builder, I own a business where we build” he corrected her tauntingly
“You forgot poach trespass and encroach”
“Only where land owners do not have any documents to prove ownership”
“Aaj ki ladai jeetne ke tumko gold medal milta hai Pradyut” she told him somberly
“I will be home tomorrow” he told her
“You don’t have to tell me”
“We kissed and promised remember?”
The pleasure had been so intense, the pleasure IS so intense, it made her brain fog up each and every time
“You don’t owe me anything” she warned huskily
“I… distinct”
“I owe you the deed, I owe you your freedom” she reiterated that she was working on that feverishly
“Good luck” he smiled smugly
“Scoff all you want…. I will be free of you” she promised
She hung up abruptly, shaken and hurting
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