"Tu ne jo humein yeh bataaya... Thanne saahas mat karo kisi aur se bolne ki! Shekhawat khaandan ka yeh chehra chupaake rakhte hein hum... Zinda dafna doonga!!" Rishi threatened his son, sparks of fury clearly flying out of his eyes.

"Aap yeh kya key rahe hein? Bachcha hein woh!" Nandini tried to interfere.

"CHUP!! THANNE BIGAAD DIYA HEIN ISSE!!" Rishi turned away walking to the chair and seating himself. His hands positioned on his knee and the other rubbing his forehead. "...thanne pata nahi! Bolo apne laadle saaheb ko! Yeh jo payr kabhi woh adaalat ke kareeb bhi leke na jaane padthe the, kal teen baar chakkar laga diye! Hum isko duniya se kyun bachaaye? Juvenile mila tha! Shukr karo Clint mera dost tha aur woh aake pura case badal daala! Warna aaj yeh mere saamne nahi salaakhon ke peeche rothe... You should be grateful that I AM YOUR FATHER! Teri Ma nahi, humne bachaaya hein tujhe!" He barked at his son.

"Swayam tum abhi andar jaao! Taani apne bhai ko andar leke jaao!" His mother sensing the temperature rising again, asked Taani, who stood there in shock seeing the events she witnessed.

"Mannhe bhi Shekhawat khaandan se hi hein Papa... Karne se dartha nahi hun, kehna toh aasan baath hein... Par jo hadd paar kiya meine, usme dosh maantha hun. Lekin ek baar phirse mere pariwaar ke saath koi bhi kuch bhi karne ka saahas kare, toh use goli kya, seedha narak pahuncha dunga... Yeh mere aapse waada hein!" Swayam stated in a slow voice and walked away to his room. Taani was signalled to follow him by Nandini Shekhawat and then the servants too got the message to leave.

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