" Yes dear son, you should be punished…" saying Vasundraji pinched his cheek.
" Amma…." He shouted with fake pain.
" Aunty…" Amrutha called Vasundraji from the guest room loudly.
" What happened again? Can't she stay without you? For a few days, I am not getting some time to talk with you.." Dhruv complained.
" So….my son is jealous?" She laughed.
" Aunty…." Amrutha again called her.
" Go and see. I think...still, she is in an alcoholic effect…" Dhruv muttered.
Vasundraji laughed at his son's words and hurriedly went to Amrutha's room. Then she stopped in her tracks on seeing Amrutha's attire.
" What happened? Why were you shouting like that? Don't you know we are getting late to go to the temple? " she asked Amrutha
" I don't know how to drape the saree. So I want you to help in…." Amrutha asked hesitantly.
