Anjali came to the temple to offer prayers to Devimayya.
"I heard Bade Malik came back" asked the elderly priest.
"Haan Pundit ji. He came yesterday evening" said Anjali.
Pundit nodded his head.
"I will bring him in the evening" said Anjali, then taking leave from him came out of the temple..
She saw Ramu who is being fed by sugarcanes.. Ramu is eating them with great delight. She stood there looking at Ramu with a smile on her face.
"Di" came a sickening voice from behind.
Recognizing the voice, Anjali's smile flattered and she turned towards the owner of the voice.
There stood Shyam Malik with the most sickening smile on the earth. He came near her.
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"How are you Di ?" asked Shyam.
Anjali turned away her face.
" What happened Di ? Why are you not answering me ? You can call me Chote if you want" said Shyam.
Anjali glared at him angrily.
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"Ok Ok.. I know you won't call anyone Chote other than Arnav" said Shyam, " Well, I heard that Arnav came yesterday evening.. How is he ??"
"You don't need to worry about him" said Anjali in a rude tone.
"Uffo Di. How can I not worry about him ?? After all he is my younger brother.. Haan, ofcourse he is younger to me only by three months but still he is younger" said Shyam, " Sometimes when I think about him, I will feel very bad. My brother became widower at such an young age. What will happen to him now ?? Will he marry again or not ?"
"You don't need to worry or feel bad about my brother.. His family is still alive to think about him" said Anjali and left from there leaving a smirking Shyam.
