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"Sir we will get into a problem," Rehan whispered unable to stop the visitors to pass into the apartments.

Omkara was present along with his wife, her biological mother and her stepfather. All were currently in front of guards seeking permission to greet Annika. Regardless, they still had a lot of things to cover up.

"You know us, Rehan," Omkara added sensing his need to interfere in the talks.

"Yeah, I know. But I'm working for Annika ma'am. Without her words, I can't do anything" Rehan tried to convince them, however they didn't bulge their places.

"Ask her. I'm her mother." Mrs Bajaj controlled her flowing tears. Ever since she got to know that her daughter was in a pathetic situation she cried for her daughter.

"Just a minute." Rehan walked back to talk with his employer before allowing them. Though he remembered how Shivaay was scared to meet them, perhaps the elder woman's crying wasn't a sight to see. She was shredding continues tears.

Mr and Mrs Bajaj stayed still, their eyes were stuck on Rehan. Inspecting actions of his. Having no child of their own, Vipul Bajaj considered Annika and Gauri as his own. However, he still didn't have the guts to face his eldest daughter, who hates them to the core. Though his love for Anuradha was right perhaps his actions to stay with her was wrong. He could have taken some supplementary ways to woo her. Now he has completely realised how wrong he was. Conceivably it was too late to rectify the issues.

"It's all because of you both." He heard Gauri muttered under her breathe. He could sense her displeasure in accompanying them to meet Annika. Not divulging into the matter, he remained still.

"Please come. Don't create a ruckus thinking that ma'am agreed to meet. I'm only adequate to punch you all." All gulped as Rehan warned with a cold tone. Their body quivered with his threatening.

Anyway, brushing the thoughts away all walked to the respective floor. Gauri's eyes twinkled glancing at the posh residential apartment. Glancing at the red rose plants sowed throughout the corridor she walked sidewise her husband, muttering that she would also plant them on Oberoi mansion.

She scoffed how her mother in law  Jhanvi warned her this morning, before leaving the mansion. She was strictly prohibited not to speak sickly, and she wasn't even allowed to take her daughter with her. Gauri was surprised by her behaviour, a sudden change in her. Jhanvi's eyes moistened while speaking of Shivaay. Seeing her like that, Gauri was puzzled. And was more determined to discover what's going on.

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"Sir these are the summary of the land behind the city railway station." Sneha upheld the reports to him and he passed a grateful smile in return.

"That's great. Where is Rudra? Didn't you inform of the meeting?" Shivaay asked turning the pages of the file. He picked his fountain pen and whirled before signing up the paper.

"I'm here." Rudra barged into the cabin. Shivaay rolled his eyes at his punctuality. Though he knew Rudra was too lazy and punctuation wasn't his shoes yet knowing he groaned at his timing.

"I'm so sorry. I dozed late. Sorry." Rudra walked inside the room with his best puppy face that had would once work.

"Sleep early and get up early," Shivaay mumbled with his low tone and proceeded to check on the summaries.

Rudra smiled widely watching his brother back to work. His behaviour was normal and was still recovering, however, still, Rudra was over the moon looking at him. Seeing him in one piece made his heart swell in happiness.

"Bhaiya these are the portfolio of renowned architects. I have shortlisted a few, your selection will be final." Rudra handed over the file, which he was working on for a week.