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MISTAKENLY IN LOVE || 3rd Abstract
Anvita reached inside the house. Mrs. Rathore gave her a warm welcome hug, “God! Mrs. Singhal your daughter is so pretty!”, she said keeping a lovable hand on Anvita’s head.
“Thank-you so much aunty!”, Anvita replied in a well groomed tone.
“What are you doing kid?”, Mrs. Rathore asked her.
“Aunty I have just completed my college and have joined a job with a MNC!”, she answered Mrs. Rathore.
“Oh wifey! will you stop bothering my girl with your never ending questions! Give her something to eat as well!”, Col. Rathore interrupted both of them, he indeed had a great sense of humor and love for Anvita.
Both the families were now sitting on dinning table waiting for the dinner to be served. When suddenly Mr. Singhal noticed that Audvik was missing.
“Rathore where’s Audvik?”, he asked his friend.
“Yeah! where’s he?”, he repeated Mr. Singhal’s question mischievously.
“Oh! Stop pulling my son’s leg colonel, let me see, he must be parking the car!”, said Mrs. Rathore in a typical ‘Indian mom’ tone trying to protect her son in front of his dad.
She walked outside and heard Audvik arguing with someone over the phone, she went closer to hear what was going on.
“Listen! Listen to me Ishoo.. don’t be so childish! I said na.. I will talk to you… I will surely talk to you kiddo… there are some guests in house! I need to attend them!” Audvik was trying to convince someone over the phone.
“Audvik!”, Mrs. Rathore called out.
“Yeahhhhhhhh! Yeah mom!”, Audvik stammered as soon as he heard his mom’s voice.
“Whom were you talking to son?”, she questioned him, she had sensed that something was wrong.
“Nothing much mom! Just a friend! Come lets go inside, I am really hungry!”, said Audvik trying to avoid his mother’s eye. Mrs. Rathore understood that she needs to talk to Audvik about this matter, but it was not the right time to speak to him about it.
Audvik went inside the dining hall and saw a chair vacant next to Anvita, he was about to grab that place when his dad interrupted in between.
“Hey son, switch on some good music! It will add spice to our food!”
Audvik smiled and switched on his favorite Jagjit Singh’s gazal and it went on………..