Part 17

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To whom you are talking my dear son? Tej asked sternly looking at his son who's face is trickling down with sweats.
I'm asking you? To whom you are talking in phone. He asked taking a step ahead making daksh step back. I will peal your skin if I got to know you are loving someone. If any that type thought with you then put it to grave. Your marriage had fixed when you are a kid. If marriage garland has to fall on you then it only when you marry my best friend's daughter. Tej said dangerous making daksh gulp.
No say, to whom you are talking in phone. I need the fucking answer. He roared. Daksh dropped his mobile listening his dad's loud voice. Before he could take tej picked his phone.
Anika varden triveni. He read looking at the document.
Who the hell is she? He roared again seeing her full history while scrolling.

Dad...she... The girl.... Ha... The girl... Daksh stammered.

Is this for that servant? He asked scrolling the document sent by the spy.

Y...yeah..dad. daksh lied without having any option.
Tej stepped closer to daksh. Daksh closed his eyes in fear. Good job. She is perfect for us. Tej gave a pat on his shoulder and left to show it to his wife her details.

Trespassers prohibited. Don't open it without my permission. There was bold letters written on the first page. He ignored and turned the another leaf of the book. There was a drawing of baby in a the womb of mother. He fingers automatically caressed the painting and a drop of water fell on the paper. He smiled and turned the next page
A little girl with sleek Ponytail standing with her parents holding thier hands laughing happily. He felt a bit of jealously seeing the little girl. He turned the next page, the little girl closing a little boys from his behind. The scene looks similar to him.the boy the girl everything look familiar to him. He was caressing the boy's smiling face then the receptionist who gone to attend a call came. Sir  the girl called to enquire about the drawing book. She told to send the book in courier. Receptionist informed.
Shivay hummed and passed the drawing book to her and left to home.

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