Smothered AK (Chapter 12, Page 17) Posted Aug 7th - Page 3

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Chapter 5

On the other side of Delhi, there was an entirely different scene.

'Anjali, I told you to give me that! How many times have I told you not to come to my room without knocking?'

'Bhaiya, you should learn how to keep the door locked then! And who told you to roam around in a towel?' Anjali giggled with a towel in her hand.

'Anjali, I will kill you! Give me my towel! Look, Mama's behind you!' Anjali turned and he snatched his towel from her. He stuck out his tongue at her and ran to his room, locking it this time.

He went to the mirror and started combing his hair. Nah, putting gel on it. He was wearing a sleeveless white shirt and khaki combats. He was a very lean person. His arms were bulging and on it was a tattoo of a dragon and.. Nah, if he got a tattoo, Mrs. Ganga Sahil Khanna would kill him! He also had to make sure that she didn't see the fake tattoo or she would have a fit!

He heard his door knob trying to be opened again. He went to the door, slowly unlocked it and flung it open. 'Ouch, bhaiya! What was that for?'

'Sneaking in my room again, huh? I'm leaving tomorrow anyways!' He grabbed his sister's ear and took her to his mother. 'Mom, look at her! She's always trying to sneak in my room.'

His mother grabbed his ear. 'Mr. Angad Khanna! What is that on your arm? Is that a tattoo? Angad!'

'Mom, ah, let go of my ear. Mom, it's just a fake tattoo! Mom, sorry I won't do that again! It just looks cool!'

'Cool my foot! And Anjali, leave your brother alone. He's leaving tomorrow anyways.'

'Mom, it's not that I won't be leaving in a few days! I have to go to Brown as well! Why did bhaiya have to go to University of Illinois for his masters? Couldn't he just have come to Brown with me?' Anjali pouted.

'That is exactly the reason I went to UIUC. To get away from you!' Angad laughed evilly.

'Mom, look at him! He's making fun of me again!' Anjali glowered.

'Stop fighting you two! If your dad sees you fighting, he won't be too happy about it!' she said with a smile. Then she felt two strong arms hug her from behind.

'Sahil, what are you doing? The kids are here!' Ganga looked embarrassed by her husband's lack of shame.

'Good morning kids. What? I'm hugging you. Angad, Anjali, you do know that I have more than just hugged your mother right?' Saying that, they all laughed except Ganga who was blushing profusely. He then looked at Angad and saw the tattoo. 'Angad, what's that on your arm? Is that a tattoo?'

'Dad, not you too! It's just a fake tattoo! I know you guys will kill me if I ever get a real one. And anyways, who wants needles to prod and poke into them until it bleeds and it's a tattoo? It just looks cool like that.' Angad sighed, his parents were a bit old fashioned but he still loved them.

'OK fine, kid! Stop lecturing your own parents! Anyways, are you done packing?' Ganga, Angad and Anjali started laughing.

'Dad, since when does bhaiya ever do his own packing? I did it for him. Yeah, it's done. I'm also done with mine!' Anjali said with a smile.

'You are my sweet, intelligent daughter. I love you, bacha.' Sahil said and kissed his daughter's forehead.

'I love you too dad.' Anjali hugged her father.

'Dad, you're calling this one intelligent and sweet? She was just running around with my towel in her hand a few minutes ago! Ask mom! Nobody loves me here. I think I should go from here.' Angad said pretending to be furious.

'Come here drama king! We love you too! And oh, I want to talk to you about something after I come back from the office alright? Don't go missing again, OK?'

'Fine dad. Don't worry, I'll be here.'

Later in the evening, Angad went to the study where he found his dad looking at somebody's photo. 'Hey dad, how was work? You wanted to talk to me?'

'Hey, work was great. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about something important. Wait, Ganga's coming in right now. We want to talk to you together.' Ganga came to the study and sat beside her husband.

'Angad, what do you think about getting married?' Ganga asked her son.

Angad was stunned. 'Mom? Are you kidding me? You want me to get married? Do you know I'm still twenty-three? Dad! You too?'

'Angad, not now, after a year or so. What do you think about marriage though? Pretend that we're not talking about getting you married yet. What do you think when it comes to a wedding?' Sahil asked.

'Dad, I'm holding you to that part about pretending not to talk about getting me married OK? Whenever I think about a marriage, I think of you and mom. You guys are so perfect together. You are a team. I see the trust and honesty in both of you. I can see the love reflecting in both of your eyes. You look at each other and forget that everything else exists. I've seen both of you when you think we're not looking. You look like you would just gobble her up.'

'Angad!' Ganga exclaimed blushing like a school girl.

'What mom? I'm just saying the truth. I'm so glad you are like that. And that is the only thing that comes to my mind when it comes to marriage.' Angad said smiling softly.

Sahil tried clearing his throat from the sudden lump that had formed there. 'Angad, I don't know what to say. What if we find somebody who will be like Ganga is for me for you?'

'Dad, I do want what you guys have but not now. I still need to experience life. I need to be independent. I want to do my MBA, travel around the US and just be a bit irresponsible yet. Can we talk about this after I graduate? i might or might not change my mind by then.' Angad explained.

'Angad, we have thought for a girl for you. Do you at least want to see her photograph? She is a lovely young girl. I've even met her a few times. She's a very sweet girl.'

'Please not yet dad. I don't want to be thinking about this.' Ganga sighed and laid a hand on her husband's. Angad was right, he still needed some time.

'I'm glad you could say all this to us, Angad. Just remember, we're always with you.' Ganga smiled.

'I know mom. Both of you taught me to tell you everything. I really respect you for that. For now I will go to Anjali before she starts crying again. You know what happens to her the night before I leave.'

grt prt

anjali character iz cute

love angads charcter

continue soon

Great part! please continue soon!😊

finally u introduced angad

nice story so far

hey great part.. continue soon Sana 👏

WOW! Great job Nisha!!