"Don't look at me that way. My heart is trying to work normally now or you want to ruin it again?"
"TAKE MY KICK!!"
.
.
"Your sister has got married?" Damar followed her footsteps down the hall and headed to the lift.
"Not yet" Aruna replied shortly. She pressed the room number where her sister lived with her husband to be, Aditya.
"Hah? Are you.. you mean,.. they..?" Damar did not continue his words. He saw Aruna shrugged her shoulders. 'Yeah.. it was an accident' . That expression was well understood.
.
.
The bell rang twice. Soon after that a man with a T-shirt and knee-length shorts opened the door. It was Aditya. That marketing leader was enjoying his weekends at home.
"Hi brother.. Where is sister Alia?"
"Come on in...Alia would love to see you here" Aruna went into the apartment followed by Damar who looked awkward with a shopping bag in his hand and then handed in to the host.
