"Help Help Help...doctor" Randhir screamed at top of his voice holding his 5 years daughter in his armsBlood was flowing like river from her foreheadSanyukta was running after Randhir and was in pool of tears

"Doctor please...help" "My daughter...she has fallen down from staircase..." "Please doctor"

Randhir said in helplessness"OMG...this looks critical""So much of blood lose""Nurse take her to OT we need to operate her" Doctor said

Randhir carefully placed his princess on the stretcher and the soon she was taken away from them.

"Randhir..." Sanyukta broke down into tears"It happened because of you" Randhir clenched his jaws

"I swear Sanyukta...agar meri beti ko kuch hua na...toh dekh lena tum" Randhir shouted

"Don't blame me...your are responsible for this" Sanyukta matched his pitch"Ohh really" Randhir laughed sarcastically

"Maa ho tum uski...dyaan nahi rakh sakti thi uska" Randhir roared

"I have not given her birth alone Randhir" "Aagar main Maa hu...toh tum uske baap ho..." "You share equal responsibility" Sanyukta shouted"Shut up both of you" came Harsh there

"stop this dirty blame game of yours please" "ITS YOU BOTH WHO ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR SARA'S CONDITION" Harsh said

"Excuse me" came a nurse in between"This...Sara's clothes" a neatly folded clothes which had blood stains on it were handed to Sanyukta"This was Sara's favorite frock" Sanyukta mumbled looking at those blood stainsSoon a paper fell down from pocket of the frock.Randhir picked that up and unfolded the chit."I HATE YOU DAD""I HATE YOU MUMMAA"- Sara Shekhawat

Sanyukta and Randhir were in shock after reading it.

So I am back. HAHAHAHAHA

So tell me should I continue?