Simmi stood in the middle of the living hall, keeping a hand on her waist, and yelled.
“Mom, RO, what the hell that man is doing in our house and how did he get into my room?”
“Simmi, behave yourself, he is your husband. Be respectful, did you get it?” Disha scolded Simmi for talking disrespectfully to Samrat.
Simmi took a few deep breaths. “Alright, I will be respectful. Now will you please honour to tell me what is Samrat Malhotra doing in our house and how could you let any stranger get into your daughter’s room?”
“He is not some stranger, but your husband, and he is here because he wants to stay with you, to take care of you. You should be glad for getting husband like him. At least he is trying to mend his relationship, unlike you.” Heena said ironically, giving earful to Simmi.
