Ordinary woman

She was just gossiping briefly, and she felt that the two people's bodies were somewhat similar, so she just asked casually.

Sameera didn't dwell on this issue.

Kartik Khurana didn't ask further questions.

What she was more concerned about was that Kartik Khurana was going back to his grandfather's house during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

And Kartik Khurana didn't invite her to join him.

But she didn't want to go either.

Surender Raichand also called and asked her to go back for dinner, but Sameera refused.

It's not a reunion without mom here.

And with Lata Sharma around, she felt uneasy.

Forget it, just live it by yourself.

This year is the first time Sameera has not been at home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the first time she has celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival alone.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon will be full.

Sameera cooked a few dishes and ate them while drinking on the balcony.

She took out three bottles of the cold beer she bought a few days ago.

It's not that she wants to drink, it's that she misses her mother.

She looked at the moon in the sky, thinking that she would never be reunited with her mother again.

Although she didn't believe it at all that people turned into stars in the sky after death.

But at this moment, she would rather believe that her mother has become a star in the sky.

The clouds and clouds wax and wane, the joys and sorrows come together.

Sameera looked at the moon in the sky, drank and fell into a trance.

How come she became a person?

On the other side, the Khurana family's old house was brightly lit and everyone gathered together, making it extremely lively.

The old man has stipulated that as long as he lives for one day, everyone must come back every year on his birthday, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival.

This is the rule.

Unless one day he is gone, then whatever they want.

At the dinner table, Mr. Khurana was drinking liquor and criticizing Kartik Khurana in front of everyone in the Khurana family.

"My granddaughter-in-law is not here, what are you doing here! Why are you leaving her alone at home?" Grandpa Khurana blew his beard and glared. He drank some wine and his voice was loud, like an old naughty boy.

Kartik Khurana didn't bring Sameera back because he didn't want to reveal his secret.

I don't want Sameera to see the old house.

Sitting on the left side of Grandpa Khurana is his eldest son and Kartik Khurana's uncle, Ramesh Khurana.

Ramesh Khurana is quite tall, about 1.8 meters tall, and thin. He is fifty-seven years old, but he is in good spirits: "Kartik married such an ordinary woman. If she wants to enter our house, I'm afraid she will have to go through another test. If it's for our family's money, wouldn't it be poverty alleviation?"

Kartik Khurana took a sip of soup and said nothing.

Instead, the man who was four years older than Kartik Khurana and sat next to him spoke up: "Dad, you can't say that. Even if it's poverty alleviation, our family can afford it, so why bother."

He looks rough and has a rough voice. He is Kartik Khurana's cousin.

He had always been jealous of Kartik Khurana's excellence, and his business was prospering, almost surpassing the old man's performance in decades. However, he was relatively inactive and could only say a few snarky words from time to time.

The middle-aged short-haired woman opposite Kartik Khurana spoke: "What are you talking about? Siddarth Khurana, you are four years older than Kartik, you don't even have a regular girlfriend, and you are still picky?"

"What my aunt said is that I am guilty." Siddarth Khurana smiled and said no more. She only gave Kartik Khurana a meaningful look and said, "Grandpa and Kartik's vision is unmistakable. I heard that I gave him a gift of 200,000 Dollar. Can it be inappropriate?"

Kartik Khurana, who had been silent until he saw that they were silent, said slowly: "Grandpa chooses people, and I agree. It is not the third person's turn to comment on how she is and whether she is suitable for me. Since she is my wife , then half the surname is Khurana, show some respect."

Grandpa Khurana nodded with a smile: "Okay, what's the fuss? I believe you have your own arrangements. Forget it if you don't bring it back this time, but you will definitely come back next time. Otherwise, don't come back. Okay, eat quickly, and have breakfast afterward." Go back and stay with her."

"good."

**

Kartik Khurana came back from dinner at his old house and saw no one in the living room. Remembering Sameera's words last night, he went directly to the balcony.

Kartik Khurana was a little surprised when he opened the balcony door.

The places he didn't pay much attention to were well arranged by Sameera.

In a small area of several dozen square meters, she laid a fake lawn and placed several bonsais.

The tables and chairs are all in a simple and elegant style, and the walls are also decorated with some fake vines.

She sat on the chair, raising her head slightly and looking at the moon.