Armaan's one hand was occupied stirring the spoon in gravy chickpeas and his other hand was occupied calling Maya.
Again a frown crossed Armaan's forehead. It was more than four hours since he had been trying to reach Maya but every time she was cutting his call.
He had even called her secretary too but she was also avoid picking up his call.
"Chhole?" hearing Nandini and Alexa's voices Armaan twirled but mistakenly his shirt sleeve tangled with the ladle that was kept inside the cauldron.
"Armaan
Dad"
Nandini and Alexa screamed at the same time but it was too damn late,
The whole hot dish spilled over Armaan's clothes.
A curse escaped out of his mouth but he showed his palm to his daughter and Nandini.
"Armaan..."
"Step back Nandini,
There is oil over the floor,"
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