Enjoying the warmth from the heat of the fireplace on the freezing night of December, grandma was lying on the sofa, her eyes on the bunch of red roses in the garden visible from the floor-length glass window in the hall.
The garden was illuminated with the light of the bulbs and the decorated trees.
Mr Rathores have retired for the night along with Vansh and Avni.
Lying not far away from her, doing absolutely nothing, were Mrs Rathores with their eyes closed.
It was their "me" time.
"Our children are growing up too soon. I can't believe they will be getting married soon. " still admiring the red roses, Grandma spoke.
Yes, it was their gossip time too.
Lying in the middle of them, with her eyes closed, Mrs Shakti spoke with a hint of accusation" Yes, grown enough to hide things from us."
Yes, she was still mad at Vihaan for hiding about Shanaya.
Averting her gaze from the roses, grandma looked at Shakti with confusion. She had no idea about it.
