PART 50 : Doubt

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Later at night.

Sanyukta was unpacking her bags but was lost in her thoughts.

Harsh's words were still going in her mind.

It was drama.

Those papers were fake.

She never divorced Randhir.

But then... This change in Randhir?

She questioned herself.

Is this a temporary change in him? Was he under Harsh's pressure to bring her back to Canada?
How did he change?
What changed him?

She doesn't want to doubt his love for her but...

Her chain of thoughts were broken when Randhir came and hugged her from back.

He placed a kiss on her shoulder.

"Do it afterwards"
"You look very tired" "Come let's go to the bed" He said

Sanyukta kept mum.

Randhir closed his eyes and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Randhir..." she struggled to get out of his grip.

He realised it and left her.

She quickly rushed to washroom without even sparking a look at him.

Randhir was confused by her behaviour.

Sometime later she joined him on bed.

Randhir turned to her side and grab her hand.

He kissed her hand.

"I love you" He chirped

She smiled a faint one.

He was waiting for her answer.

But she didn't reply making him sure that something is wrong with her.

"Are you missing Maa and Papa?" He asked

She nodded slightly.

"Wanna talk to them?" He asked

"No it's fine" She replied

"Ghar ki yaad aarahi hai?" He asked her again

"Hmm..." she replied

Randhir could read her eyes.

She was clearly lieing.

Her words and her eyes didn't match at all.

It wasn't too hard for him to decipher.

"What happened Biwi?" He asked

She nodded in NO.

"I know something is wrong" He said

"No...Nothing" She lied

He came close to her and took her into his hug.

She closed her eyes as tears started forming in them.

He pulled her little close and now her face was hidden in her arms.

He kissed her hair.

"Kya hua hai Sanyukta?"
"Muje batao..."
"I know something is wrong with you" "Something is troubling you" He said

She still kept mum.

"Batao Sanyukta" He said

She moved a bit in his arms.

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