57 The Anger.

**This Chapter is dedicated to Timvic for giving this book, it's first super gift*

Saraswati's household was up to its neck with the voices coming from the room. She was restless because she could not make any meaning out of them.

Grandmother kept pacing back and forth in frustration. The boys had never fought on till now. Since it was their first quarrel, they were worried.

The door opened. It was Salem. They were surprised to see him, coming out alone. He was looking sad but when he noticed them, a fake smile appeared on his face.

"What is happening with my boys?" Saraswati demanded. She knew it was going to be a waste of time if she asked Salem.

"Nothing aunt" He closed the door, making sure they don't look inside the room "Having a conversation like men. That's all."

"Is that how men talk?" Aunt Jigyasa asked, with a frown. "Don't play with our brains, son."