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Vikrant thrashed down everything on the floor trying to find the thing which he wanted the most right now

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Vikrant thrashed down everything on the floor trying to find the thing which he wanted the most right now. His guitar, his medicine.

"No, papa. Please don't do this"

The little ten years old boy pleaded infront of his father not to throw his favourite guitar holding his wrist but his father unheard his pleas and threw it out of the mansion breaking it into two pieces.

"Noooo"

He shouted while sobbing badly and fell on his knees. His mother came running and hugged the little boy.

"Papa broke my guitar, mumma"

He complained with his teary eyes as she wiped his tears and cupped his cheeks.

"Shhh, don't cry baby. Mumma will bring a new one. Okay"

He smiled cutely and hugged his mother.

~❆~

At night Damini came into their room with trembling steps.

"Ji woh kuch bat karni thi" (I wanted to talk to you)

Her voice came low as fear was dancing in her heart. Rakesh who was busy in his files glanced at her.

"V__Vikrant was sad for his g__guitar. C__Can we b__buy a new one for him"

As soon as the words came from her mouth a tight slap landed on her face as she fell on the floor. Her one hand went on her cheek as she was shocked. From the marriage he had behaved rudely with her but never raised his hand.

"Hamare khandan mein na kabhi pehle nach gana hota tha aur na kabhi hoga. Aj ke bad ye sab cheeze hamare ghar mein nehi dikhni chahiye" (Neither our family gave priorities to singing and dancing ever nor will. I don't want to see these things in our house in future)

He announced making it clear to her while little Vikrant was hearing everything from the door hiding himself.

"I want to make my son The Greatest Businessman and not some roadside singers"

Saying so, he left from there with anger. After his father was gone Vikrant immediately came towards his mother and wiped her tears.

"I'm sorry, mumma"

He apologized as she shook her head and hugged him.

~❆~

Vikrant took the broken guitar in his hands and somehow managed to tape it.

From that day, he stopped calling him "Papa". His dream of becoming a singer broke and for maintaining the peace in family he joined his father's business.

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