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Slice 130

It was half past eleven, in the night. But Shivaay and Annika, who've gone out for party, before three hours haven't came yet.

O : I never get so late.

R : I'm sure, they would've stuck in traffic.

P : Oh My Mata, what if my kids were kidnapped ?

O : Then, I seriously pity the kidnapper.

P & R : Hawh !!

O : Wh—

Om gestured Pinky and Rudra to look towards the entrance. Pinky pitched sigh seeing her Diamond Son.

R : Where's Bhabhi ?

S : We'd a fight.

P : So, ? Do you want us to suit you
aluminium medal ?

S : Aluminium ? Like seriously Mom ?

O : Tch ! Where's Bhabhi ?

S : Don't talk about her.

R : We're not talking instead we're asking.

Rudra imitated his Bhabhi's logic sign, earning a glare from Shivaay, as usual.

S : In the morning, I almost fell down the wet floor and we'd argument as to whether her gasp was out of fear for my safety or excitement about a possible pant tearing.

R : Of course, the excitement about your pant's drrrrr !

S : Shut Up !

P : Shivaay, you both went to party together nahh ? Why came alones ? Hawh ! Did you left her alones ?

R : What !!?? Bha—

O : Wait, where's your belt ?

R : Where's your blazer ?

P : Where's my Annika ?

S : Mom, she's mine, alright.

Shivaay chided correcting his hair, aim of concealing something.

S : Wo—she's just—behind the pillar, I need go. Aur haan, ask her where's my belt and blazer, only she knows.

He grinned, escaping from the situation. On the other side, Annika, who was hiding behind the pillar, was bewildered. He escaped leaving her in soup.

A : How will I face them ? Bhaghad Billa.

She cursed while adjusting the Blazer, on her, to cover the torn sleeves and wounding the belt around her neck, to conceal the candy apple bites, her loving husband left.

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Gratitude, Love Comrade.

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