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The sound of a hard slap was ringing in the whole mansion and the man behind it was none other than Rakesh Mehrotra who was glaring at his son with a hard and cold face. His son, Vikrant Mehrotra was staring at him with the same intensity, rage and coldness in his eyes.
Damini was shaking with fear watching the war between father and son. It was nothing new between them but before today she had never seen her son to become a rebel minded. That one look on his face was scaring her to death.
With the last cold glance towards his father Vikrant went upstairs and shut the door of his room with a bang.
Rakesh was going towards that direction when Damini came in his way. His sharp gaze went towards his wife as he fumed in anger while she shivered in fear.
"Please"
She pleaded with tears in her eyes while he gave her death glare.
"Samjhao use" (Make him understand)
The warning in his tone made her scare as hell. She immediately nodded as he left the place giving a last threatening glare towards the door of his son's room.
Without wasting any time she rushed towards Vikrant's room.
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"Hurry up, Ankita"
A sweet voice entered into the restaurant as the girl named Ankita nodded her head and started heating the pan more.
"It's done, ma'am. Please check it once"
The girl forwarded the spatula towards the owner as she took a sip of it.
"Umm, it's delicious"
The girl, none other than Shivanya the head chef of the restaurant gave her a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Ma'am"
Ankita smiled and took the order outside.
Shivanya huffed with a satisfactory smile as it was the last order. She instructed the workers to check everything carefully and then left towards her apartment which was exactly opposite of the resturant.
She slowly entered inside with the spare keys and directly went towards her father's room.
There her father, Manish Mathur was sleeping in his armchair clutching the photoframe of his late wife near his heart. A smile automatically came over her lips seeing the scene infront of her. It had been more than 5 years when her mother left the world and from then it had became his habit to talk with her mother's photoframe to pass his loneliness.
She came forward with slow steps and was going to take the photoframe to place it on the table but before that he opened his eyes.
