Dukaan -20... | Rangeen Kahaniyan Pati Patni Aur Woh

Rajesh spies on the shop from across the street. He misinterprets a friendly gesture—Meera adjusting Chamanlal’s tie—as an affair. The story takes a comedic turn as Rajesh decides to “catch them red-handed.”

The color drained from Vikram's face. The "Rangeen" (colorful) stories he had woven to trap Rajesh in debt and desperation began to unravel. He stood up, his chair screeching against the floor.

"You're bluffing," Vikram spat. "Those papers are old! They don't hold up in court!"

"Maybe not," Rajesh said, stepping forward, finally finding his courage. "But this does."

Rajesh pulled out his phone. On the screen was a live feed of a police van pulling up outside the shop. Vikram’s eyes darted to the door. Rangeen Kahaniyan Pati Patni aur Woh Dukaan -20...

"You called the police?" Vikram gasped.

"No," Anjali smiled, a sad, victorious smile. "I called my brother. You know, the one you owe money to? He’s sitting in that van. It seems everyone has a story, Vikram. And in this story, the Pati and Patni win back their Dukaan."

Here’s what fans are saying about this volume:

“Part 20 is the funniest in the series. The scene where Rajesh hides inside a grain sack is gold!”
— Sunil K., Lucknow Rajesh spies on the shop from across the street

“I thought ‘Woh’ would be another woman, but the shop twist was brilliant. My wife and I laughed together.”
— Anjali & Ramesh, Pune

“A bit predictable, but the colorful language makes it worth the ₹50 price.”
— Bookstall review, Howrah station

Rajesh stood at the entrance of the shop. His knuckles were white as he gripped the umbrella handle. Inside, Vikram was sitting on his chair, counting a stack of notes with a calm smile, as if he had been expecting this.

"Ah, Rajesh Bhai!" Vikram greeted him, not looking up. "You’re late. The tea has gone cold, much like your marriage, I hear." “Part 20 is the funniest in the series

Rajesh didn’t smile. He walked to the counter and slammed his hand down. The coins on the glass counter rattled.

"Where is it, Vikram?" Rajesh hissed. "The original property paper. Anjali knows you sold this shop to me on a fake contract. She knows this 'Dukaan' isn't even yours anymore."

Vikram stopped counting. He slowly leaned back, lighting a cigarette. The smoke curled around his face, hiding his expression.

"Anjali is a smart woman," Vikram said softly. "That is why I always liked her. But you, Rajesh... you are just a customer who stayed too long."