"No matter how much powerful injustice is, justice always comes at right time to seek its place over injustice," ~Author
Trisha who was a reporter in profession faced the last and the worst tragedy of her life while collecting some confidential new...
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Ruthlessness isn't absolute, because everything has a weak nerve. No person has the ability to stand against problems always. At a point everyone has to back out even if temporarily, waiting for a convenient opportunity to exercise strength against problems again.
Dinash who was the villain of this story was very proud of his ruthless father Dikarsh. Each child has the right of being proud of their parents, but it should be in a good way. Dikarsh was popularly known for illegal business, and he was quite successful on that path.
Once upon a time Dikarsh was the name of terror in town, but he lessened his antisocial activities with a thought of joining politics. So, Dikarsh was a gentleman for the people who didn't know him well, and even he was pretending well as a gentleman by donating NGOS, orphanage, educational institutions and old age homes.
Due to influence of his father Dinash was acting like a spoil brat in college without any care. Everyone had maintained distance from Dinash in college or it can be concluded as everyone used to hide from his eyes for safety.
Dinash complained about Parth and Subhashikta to his father hoping they were gonna be hit by the disaster of his father's anger.
"Have you lost your mind?" Dikarsh screamed losing all his patience.
"Dad, you are screaming at me!" It was the first time when Dinash was getting treated harshly or else his father never had scolded him even.
"What else can I do when I have an idiot son?" Dikarsh maintained the same pitch of voice with which he screamed.
"Dad, you called me an idiot!" Dinash was unable believe his ears.
"Stop being childish, and grow up!" In annoyance Dikarsh didn't consider Dinansh's bewilderment.
"Dad, you never had denied me for anything. You had fulfilled my each wish, and had handled all the ptoblems created by me. I never had cried remembering mom due to your affection. Then why are you behaving like this today?" Listening all these from Dinash, Dikarsh got connected with the past days subconsciously.
"I am sorry, my child, but I have my reason. I had told you not to mess with Subhashikta, right?" Softening his gaze Dikarsh went closer to Dinash.
"I remembered your words, Dad. Even I was handling the matter smoothly, but I lost my cool due to Subhashikta's closeness with Parth," For an evil person all his ways are gentle so as for Dinash also.
"I am sorry, Dad. I know election is coming ahead. I didn't wish to create trouble for your political ambitions," Dinash apologized.
"I am not worried about my political career. The reason is something else," Dikarsh released a long sigh yet worry lines were the same on his forehead.
"What is it, Dad? Is it about some old story?" Most of the causes of worries have their roots in past. This fact was easily assumed by Dinash at that moment.
"Yes, it is. In short there's a old mystery buried in Subhashikta's house which can ruin me if it comes out by chance. So, I advice you once more not to cross the boundary of Subhashikta's life," Dikarsh was seeming deeply lost with utterance of each word.
"What's that mystery?" Dinash asked.
"It's something I don't want to remember, but I can't even forget that," Dinash never had seen his father that much serious as he was while answering.
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For Dinash watching seriousness of his father was highly indigestible. The person who was an excellent solution maker in wrong way efficiently was standing tensed just because of a girl. The crystal clear image of that sight shocked Dinash to core.
Dinash was engrossed in thoughts which were interrupted by an enquiring voice.
"Hlo! How's Subhashikta?" Dikarsh was asking someone over phone.
"She's fine. Has anything happened?" A female voice was heard.
"Keep watching her, and take care of her," explaining the incident Dikarsh ordered to the woman.
"I understood. I will console her well," reply came from other side.
"Don't go ahead. You don't need to console her. Like this you will make her close with those memories which I never want. Don't let her be either sad or thoughtful which can push her back to past," Countering her Dikarsh made his command clear cut.
"Sure, be assured. I will cheer her up, and make her feel better," she agreed to him.
"I hope you will obey me, and won't cross Subhashikta's path again," After ended the call Dikarsh reminded Dinash again at which he nodded unwillingly.
Expectations don't come true always, and something we come across beyond expectation isn't pleasant always.
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So readers, here's the next part.
Now questions.
(1) Any fact did you like here?
(2) Any gesture to be commented?
(3) Any guess or expectation for next?
LAXMIPATI SHRI NARAYAN, please accept the positivity of my this work as an offering to me in name of all wellbeing of my LIFELINE.
