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Chapter 13

"Lavi, from me. Even though i have had not tasted this emarti, it looks delicious enough." I looked at Vansh who swinged a blue card. His eyes ever shined with mischief.

"You are giving your ATM Card?" Sonali aunty asked wide opened. We all knew how possessive Vansh was for his finances. Vansh nodded proudly.

That card was not his!!

I know it. The way he was swinging the card and the smirk in his face told it all.

"Whose card is it?" I asked him, serving emartis to all. Vansh pouted at my question and whined that its his. "Don't lie, or i will tell Kritika that you are organising an expensive lunch in a very expensive restaurant."

His pout turned in a grumpy expression as he kept the card in the table. "Its your husband's." His tone was poker. Everyone shared a laugh at his childishness.

Your husband...the shivers!!

"Call the three musketeers, now. They have slept good enough." Dadi commanded Sia, the house-helper. Sia left with a nod.

Revti aunty and Girish uncle gifted me a pair
Ace

Note: the medical condition mentioned in the story might not exist in real world. And the position which Lavanya took during the accident might not be effective in all the cases. But my cousin told me that's how she saved herself when her brakes failed. She was an amateur and the car was out of service.

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