Book 6 of the Mangoverse
The Kapoors are strong. Stronger than ever now with the next generation but what would happen when all powerful families collide? Big names, bigger aspirations, and biggest scandals.
Lives are at crossroads, careers at stak...
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Today is the day. I've put my blood, sweat, tears, relationships, my whole fucking life into this. The elections went well, the poll is in my favor and I somewhat know that I will win, even though my wife thinks it's better to not be so over myself or it won't happen. I never knew how superstitious she was until this day.
I place my palms on the table, leaning forward and focusing all my attention on the television. My team stands all around me, everyone holding their breath and not making a sound. The counting has been done and it's time to just rip off the band-aid and see the truth for myself.
"And just like we were hoping and guessed, the government has turned over." She says some more metaphors before finally taking my party's name and dropping the bomb. "The state has it's youngest chief minister ever. Advait Kapoor!"
I sigh the relief I didn't know I needed. My team jumps, happy for the win as they cheer and jump around. My phone buzzes and I pick it up. "Hello?"
"I am so so proud of you beta. Now be what your people need. I am so happy for you." I smile at my mother's soothing voice before dad takes over to congratulate me. The wishes pour over, one after the other, my uncles, my aunts, my cousins, their spouses. They all drop the congratulations like the softest of silks around me.
My phone buzzes again and my brows jump up at the text from the unknown number.
Congratulations Advait. You deserve the position.
-Yuvaan
I never got to talk to him, I never got to see him, I never got to apologize. And I am well aware that this is no place for it. People around me rush to me, shaking my hand and nearly ambushing me but I slip away. I slip away from the back door of my office, straight home, away from the media and everyone else.
It's true what they say, every successful man has a woman behind him. And I have to run to that woman and scream my thanks for all that she has done for me.
I run up the steps of my house, I know nobody is home. They are all out doing their own things while my home sits in her corner praying her God to give me everything.
I would never forget what all she did for me. My dream would've been a broken mess of nothing, if I didn't have Firdaus in my life. She did things for me, people could only ever promise but never fulfill.
She sits against the window, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. I don't know what changed but she refused to go to work, she refused to open the television to see the news. She said she would wait for me to come home and tell her.
"Firdaus." Her eyes open and she stares. She stares at me with eyes full of questions and I sigh. "I won."
Silence. No movement at all.
"Firdaus, I won." I walk closer to kneel infront of her, holding her shoulders. "Baby, we won. We both won." She sighs a happy breath, her hands coming up to cup my cheek.
