Daring To Love Him (Sandhir Mafia Story)

31. Prajakta and Forgiveness

"Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right."
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince

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This time Prajakta woke up due to her phone's constant ringing. When she checked on her caller id Danishk's name appeared causing her to get fully awake and picked the call.

"Hello..."

"Um... I am transferring 20k to your account, so withdraw the money and bring it to the location I am texting you."

Prajakta was taken aback after she heard what her boss commanded her and stared at her phone for a few minutes to register what she heard. Damn! She must be hallucinating... maybe a new symptom of her disease. But when she received a text declaring that her bank balance has received the exact figure that her boss implied, she gasped and rushed to the living room. And rushed to grab her bag while she stubbed her tow to the chair near her. This caused her to scream in pain while she hopped on her spot-causing Dishan to wake up with a start and then look at the stupid girl who woke him up.

"What the hell is wrong with you woman? You almost gave me a heart attack."

Prajakta rolled her eyes and was about to leave the house and Dishan called her up.

"What?"

"By the look of it, I think you still have the fever. So I am not letting you out now. Get back to your bed."

By rolling her eyes she ignored his command and left her place and while cursing under his breath he followed her. As she reached the location her boss asked her to reach, an old building with a tattered board called a Sapna bar and dingy-looking surroundings. Looking at that she only had one question in her mind... what on the earth has been her boss doing in that dirty place. As she made her way inside after checking her surroundings, she felt a bit better and opened the door. And that stupid boss of hers was sitting at the last corner table

"I... um I bought the money you asked..."

Why does this look like a kidnapper demanding ransom? Danishk obviously in frustration extended his hand right away and waved it eager to grab the cash bundle. Prajakata handed the money halfway skeptically, while she noticed his eagerness her suspicion increased.

"Why do you need money? That too cash?"

As she enquired him, he scrunched his eyes shut and cursed under his breath in frustration.

"Can you just f*cking do your work?"

As he yelled she handed the money over and Danishk headed over to that bar owner and slammed the note bundle next to him on the table.

"Now! If you dare to show your ugly face with that stupid grin again, I will smash it!"

By saying that he turned and rushed out and Prajakta followed the suit. When out, Danishk halted on his steps as he witnessed this stupid cousin of his dragging a few puffs from his cigarette.

"Oh wow! What is this? Are you gonna invite me to my funeral? Why the f*ck do you always butt into my business."

Already he was in a foul mood and then this doofus decided to put his nose in between causing him to get further enraged.

"Oh please! Get down from your pedestal queen! Your f*cking assistant was running out of her house even though she was unwell. And guess what? She had been in such a hurry like her a** was on fire so I got concerned. Sorry, my bad that I didn't know that she is going to cover your a**."