It's our Khurana family's fault

Sameera took a taxi to the furniture store and searched around, but couldn't find a computer desk or bookshelf that he was satisfied with.

After all, it was to be placed in Kartik Khurana's house. She only lived in that bedroom, it did not belong to her.

The computer desk and bookshelf should always match the bed and wardrobe in the bedroom.

In a blink of an eye, it's five o'clock.

She took out her cell phone and called her father.

This was the first time she took the initiative to dial his number after her mother left.

"Remember to come. I've sent you the location. Arrive before six-thirty. Is there any problem?" Sameera's tone was cold, "Also, don't bring that nanny."

Sameera is actually just like her mother, a gentle but reasonable person who speaks in a measured manner, rarely being so tough and aggressive.

But he didn't even come to my mother's funeral.

What qualifications did he have to get her good attitude.

"Sam, Aunt Lata is older than you after all. Even if you don't like her, shouldn't you still call her Aunt Lata? After all, she will live with her father in the future."

Sameera almost hung up the phone, but she endured it: "Mr. Surender Raichand, what does your life have to do with me? If I am willing to ask you out for dinner today, you should know that it is to respect Kartik Khurana and Grandpa Khurana, not for me to treat you Think of it as my dad. Regarding that nanny, don't say a word of good things for her, I don't want to hear it."

After Sameera finished speaking, he hung up the phone, sent him the location of the restaurant, and took a taxi to the restaurant.

**

The Khurana family and Surender Raichand arrived at the door of the restaurant almost at the same time.

Sameera was waiting at the door.

The contrast is obvious. Surender Raichand's car is a multi-million dollar black Maybach. He gets off first.

Kartik Khurana drove Grandpa Khurana's car worth more than 200,000 dollar and parked it in the parking space.

Sameera walked straight towards Grandpa Khurana and took his arm: "Grandpa, I haven't seen you for a few days. Have you gone to play chess?"

Grandpa Khurana was a little arrogant and snorted: "You still said that if you don't play with me, I won't be able to find an opponent. You are still very powerful and can match my opponent."

Sameera half smiled and half coaxed: "Okay, after dinner, you go to Kartik Khurana's house in the evening, and I will play two games with you."

She said, pulling Grandpa Khurana towards Surender Raichand.

Before they even got there, Lata Sharma, who was decked out in jewelry and had a fresh hair perm, got out of the passenger seat with an arrogant and rude expression.

Sameera felt extremely uncomfortable for a moment, but she was an adult after all. She didn't want to lose her sense of proportion in front of her grandfather, so she had to control her emotions.

"Grandpa, let me introduce you. This is my dad, Surender Raichand. Dad, this is my husband's grandfather. Let's go in."

She did not introduce Lata Sharma.

Because of his daughter's face, Surender Raichand still took the initiative to reach out: "Mr. Khurana."

"Oh oh oh, okay, okay, hello, in-laws." Grandpa stretched out his hand.

Kartik Khurana took a box from the trunk of the car and walked over.

"Kartik Khurana, this is my dad." Sameera introduced.

Kartik Khurana handed the box to his left hand and stretched out his right hand: "Dad."

Surender Raichand was calm and said nothing.

"Hey, young man." Lata Sharma, who was standing next to her, interrupted, "You didn't get your father's consent when you got the certificate, so why are you called 'Dad'!"

Kartik Khurana took back his hand, a little unhappy.

Grandpa Khurana, on the other hand, smiled and said: "I and two young men were rude about getting the certificate. Come on, let's go in and talk."

The five people entered the box and closed the door. Sameera was a little unhappy because of Lata Sharma, but she tried her best to keep smiling in front of her grandfather and Kartik Khurana.

After all, Grandpa and Kartik Khurana didn't mess with her.

The four of them sat down and Sameera poured water for them.

"In-laws..." The old man spoke first.

Before she finished speaking, Lata Sharma got angry: "What do you call in-laws? It's just the first time we meet, no need to get close. Sameera is young, impulsive and lacks thinking. Neither her father nor I expected that she would get the certificate so quickly. "

Grandpa's smiling expression changed slightly, and he immediately glanced at Sameera. His speech was still low-key: "It's our Khurana family's fault for not meeting you before the wedding. I'm really sorry, I really like this child Sameera. How do you feel as parents? I can understand it. After all, she is Mr. Raichand's only daughter. Mr. Raichand naturally holds it in his hands and is afraid that she will be wronged if she marries him. But don't worry, Sameera will definitely not be wronged if she marries him."