Prologue
It's the edited and revised version of the story. You might see some changes in scenes and dialogues.
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In Delhi,
Dream Designz
A Mordern sophisticated lady was typing furiously with a man standing before her almost trembling in fear.
"Inform Atul that I want him to submit his resignation letter before 6 pm today." She said arrogantly.
"Y... yes ma'am." Stuttered the Man.
"Out!" She said showing her fingers.
"I SAID GET OUT!" She barked when she felt him not moving.
He literally sprinted out of the cabin with a gulp.
She banged her hand on the table furiously and dialed the receptionist.
"Riya, I want you to arrange a new PA for me within two days... Unless you want to be fired as well." Said she coldly.
"O... okay ma'am."
She dropped the call with a long sigh and walked towards the corner of the cabin.
Her eyes glistened on its own accord as she took a glance of the city.
Delhi.
The city which gave her so many memories to cherish yet snatched away everything that ever belonged to her. And finally, she was back to the same city after a long span of 5 years.
Her spell was broken with a knock on the door.
"Come in!" She said wiping off the lone tear that rolled down her eyes before putting on a cold expression.
In Delhi,
Raizada Mansion,
"Shut the hell up Aman. I don't want any excuses. Either do what I am saying or else type your resignation and mail it to me!!" Barked Arnav rushing downstairs.
He was at the last step when a lady stopped before him grinning like a stupid increasing his already bubbling anger.
"Arnav, will you please take me along with you?" She asked sweetly.
"Sheetal, I don't think it's the only car I own. Take the other car with you."
"Arnav, you and me... we both are going to the same office right, so why not?" She asked with a frown.
"Sheetal, don't prick my brain. I am already in a foul mood so just leave my way." He said angrily.
"I will not. Why should i? I am your wife and I have the damn right to go with you" Said Sheetal seething in anger.
Arnav scoffed.
"Sirf naam ke liye Patni banaya hai... uska darja nahi diya hai toh apni hadd main raho Sheetal!! (I've given you the status of being my wife for namesake... but I don't remember giving you it's right so just stay in ur limits Sheetal.)" Said Arnav angrily and left from there.
Sheetal stood there clenching her fist angrily.
"Damn you Khushi!!" She muttered.
Arnav who was going out of the house came across Anjali and Nani who seem to be arriving from Mandir.
"Umm...Di? Can you please give the keys of Your car to Sheetal? I am actually getting late." He asked.
"Sure Arnav. Biwi bhi tumhari hai aur gaadi bhi. (Sure Arnav. Wife is yours, so is the car.)" She said sarcastically placing the keys in his palm.
"Di..."
"Uh huh! Anjali or Mrs Grover. You can call me anything from that because Only my Siblings have the sole right to call me that." She said almost glaring at him.
Arnav sighed helplessly and said "I actually didn't meant to hurt you by asking for the keys."
"Tumhe jo karna tha woh tum 5 saal pehle kar chuke jo Aur hamne ab koi safai bhi nahi maangi hai. (You actually did what you wanted 5 years ago. And I didn't asked for the explanation now.)" She said.
"Chaliye Nani. (Lets go Nani.)" Said Anjali and left with Nani.
Nani who was witnessing the verbal fight between the inseparable siblings wiped the lone tear that managed to roll down her cheek and went along with Anjali.
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