"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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For being a winner don't fear wounds, don't fear from the friendship of woes, especially in love. Winner is the one who not only resists the worst but also recovers from the worst. So, in short accept the challenges of woes, and acquire your position as a winner.
Even after the wound of being forgotten by Subhshikta, Parth didn't lose the belief of winning his love back.
On the next day Parth and Krish got ready to leave earlier, again. The reason of being earlier was same like yesterday. Parth had to go to Subhshikta as notes making wasn't a task to be wrapped up in one day.
Parth was happy as his excuse of being near Subhshikta didn't get expire so soon. He was praying that excuse to remain valid till the time Subhshikta didn't come to college.
Coming down stairs both Parth and Krish sat for having breakfast. Anyasa and Pratikshit were already present there, and Parineya was in kitchen as usual.
"Good morning, sweetheart. Good morning, Papa!" Parth and Krish wished together.
"Good morning, my dashing pies!" Anyasa smiled lovingly at the duo.
"Good morning!" Pratikshit just wished back, formally.
"What happened, Papa? Why are you looking worried? Looks like our house has become the favourite hub for tension nowadays," Krish stated the last line eying at Parth who was worried for Subhashikta, of course.
"It's about an issue related to business," Pratikshit didn't consider the last line said by Krish, playfully.
"What's it, Papa? Please, share it openly," Parth was genuinely concerned after noticing change in Pratikshit's usual attitude.
"Why are you looking at my dashing pie like he has asked your wife from you?" Anyasa threw a mocking glare her son.
"What's the need to ask? He has her for himself already," Pratikshit whispered.
"Papa, be serious, and share your problem," the glint of playfulness on face was maintained by Krish for cheering the surrounding.
"Actually most of my associates have joined Dikarsh for his new project being influenced by him. Even they were insisting me to join hand with Dikarsh as he was going to make career in politics, but I denied," Pratikshit explained with a disappointed sigh.
"You did right, Papa. Why don't you start a new project giving them a tough competition?" Krish supported Pratikshit instantly, not only with words but also with a worthy suggestion.
"Don't be worried about associates. When a journey starts the wanderer often walks alone, but when he keeps proceeding he receives the worth of his journey as joy. You will get many more new associates," Parth too joined in to encourage Pratikshit.
"Wonderful idea, Krish. Amazing thought, Parth!" Pratikshit was highly amused by his sons.
"See, at the point you thought gets stuck my dashing pies starts thinking from there," Anyasa praised the duo over her son.
