"Umm…my name is Raveena Singh. Who are you brother?" She spoke, looking at her father for explanation but her father was nowhere to be seen.
"Well, you are calling me brother then asking me who I am?" Reyansh pushed the question back to her.
"Is that car yours?" She didn't replied instead pivoted to something else.
"Yes, do you like it?"
"Of course, it's one of the best car." She responded and moved towards the car.
But before she could put her hands on the car, a feminine voice interrupted her.
"Raveena come here," a woman in her late thirties came out along with Amit.
"Sir, this is my wife, Jyoti Singh," Amit introduced, "He is Reyansh Kaul, my employer."
"Welcome to our home, sir," she spoke and was about to fold her hands to greet Reyansh.
"No…no, please don't, you don't have to fold your hands in front of me. You are much older in age than me. If my mother ever heard about this, I will get a beating," Reyansh stopped her before she could fold her hands completely.
