Meet Atharvaa Singhania, 27 years old, handsome, charming, and hardworking person who completed his business management from the University of London, now CEO of Singhania Industries. He loves and protective about his family.
And our female lead Khu...
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Sometimes all we need is a bit of alone time for ourselves to clear our heads and see things from a new perspective, which I'm trying to do the same for the past two days by taking a break from everyone and everything and locking myself in my penthouse or if I clearly say in my home gym. The same house which never felt like home in these three months, not even for a day, or... perhaps I always missed my home... my people... Where I used to see maa waiting for me on the couch every night so that I don't skip my meals before going to bed, where our dining area used to fill with mine and Shonu's playful banter, and where I used to see dad's angry man mode, that would only melt by seeing mom's smile. What happened to my happy family now? Is my running away from everything is the cause of this condition? But what about me and my feelings which got hurt by everyone?
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts and panting, I take a step forward, deciding to go for another round of my morning jog to burn these feelings, but groan under my throat, tipping my head back, listening to my name called from my favorite voice, despite, not right now.
"Atharvaa, stop." Leaping forward, I kept jogging fast, swiftly plugging the AirPods in my ears, pretending to be unheard of by any of her calls.
As childish as it sounds or it looks, I can't help it because I'm not ready to talk to anyone. Though my traitor legs halted on their own, catching her panting from the corner of my eyes just after five minutes.
"Here," I say softly, passing the water bottle by nudging her arm with mine as she is still panting, bending down, holding her stomach with one hand.
"Why are you avoiding me???" she mumbled, breathing harshly before jerking the bottle from my hand and drinking the water... still glaring at me. And I know, I just fucked up for dodging her calls for the last two days.
"I'm not avoiding you," I speak quietly, rubbing my neck, which I often do when I lie or when I'm nervous, and the way her eyebrows raised with a pointed look, I get that even she didn't believe my lie. Together, I also observed that most of her bruises got healed. Only a few light scars can notice on her neck if we see them distinctly.
"Atharvaaaaaa." It's just not a simple call. It's a silent warning, hinting at me to speak the truth, and before I could comprehend what to answer, I got dragged to the nearby park bench.
"What happened??" Khushi asked softly, tracing her thumb on my right-hand knuckles, which got bruised because of my new style to remove frustration on the punching bag for two days. I went silent, fixing my gaze at the front of me, thinking about whatever happened two days back.
"I had a conversation with mom." Sighing, I began slowly but paused, feeling her grip on my hand tightening as I would leave her, making me close my eyes in despair.
"And I lost my head when she started talking about us... about you..., I spoke harshly to her, Khushi." I whispered the last part, clenching my fist, recalling every word I said to her and the way she left the penthouse that night, not meeting my gaze.
