adhura pyaar ┃abhira (3.0)

maybe someday

a/n: long chapter to compensate for my poor posting schedule xx

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Harshvardan Birla thought of himself to be composed and critical. He was always prepared for any situation thrown his way, though as the years progressed, his heart had also started interwining in his decisions during certain situations. 

When Abhimanyu had told him about Abhir, the first thing that came to his mind was that his son had finally become a father. 

Abhi had become a father.

He didn't even realize that this meant that he was a grandfather, as the most important thing to him was his son's happiness. Life had been very kind to him, and had blessed him with the chance of hearing, papa, from the son he had wronged from a very young age. Yet once he found out that today was the day that he could introduce himself to his grandson, he felt this nervous energy he hadn't felt in years -- because he felt hopeful. 

"Papa?" Akshara said, she was stuffing something in her bag and had another hand holding her phone as she was talking to someone. She cut the call once she muttered some excuse and gave him a wide smile. "Abhir will be down in a second- ruko, ABHIR"

Harsh smiled back hesitantly, it felt different talking to akshara normally. He knew that a lot had happened causing everything to reach some sort of common ground but for him, it felt like a fast forward from that hateful day to today's welcoming grace. Another thing was hearing 'papa' from her mouth. He didn't think she would continue at all, intially she had said it by accident one night when he found her crying about her pregnancy complications and he had supported her. Yet, since she respected and loved Abhimanyu, she called him sir in front of everyone else but at random times she would call him papa, and before they knew it she stopped calling him sir altogether -- much to abhimanyu's dismay back then. 

Yet even after everything that had happened, she still considered him papa and called manjari her maa. He felt proud that Akshara' s key values and traits were intact even after the atrocities she had faced. She shone brighter than before. 

His gaze travelled to the staircase where he heard heavy footsteps, and before he knew it a bundle sized small ball of energy had run towards him before coming to a screeching halt. Harsh gasped as he took the small child in, he felt as if he was looking at a smaller abhimanyu. A version of abhimanyu who loved and cherished him, still considered his papa to be his hero and motivation. 

An Abhimanyu that Harshvardhan had wronged all those years ago. 

But as he looked at his grandson, who was an exact replica, he promised himself that he wouldn't ever do any wrong by him because the amount of love that had surged towards him was different and new - he didn't even know he could love the small child this much. 

"Hello" Abhir said once he received a nudge from Akshara. "Aap meri docman ki papa ho na?"

"Haan" Harsh cleared his throat before dropping down to his height. "Your dadu"

Abhir hesitated but wrapped his hands around the older man's neck giving him a hug, surprisingly he reminded him of his own papa in the slightest. Harsh was taken aback at the action, he smiled as he realized that abhir was raised right and had a heart of gold. 

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As Akshara drove to Birla Mansion, something bothered her deep inside. She knew that for them to move forward, they couldn't just smile and create temporary solutions in hope of happiness. She had to make things right as well as clear her baggage once and for all. She took a shuddering breathe as she entered, Manjiri was lounged in the seating area her fingers pressed against her temple, deep in thought.