Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Rajvanshi Industries, "The Maanve...
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Niharika’s hands trembled as she clutched the phone to her ear, her father’s familiar voice greeting her on the other end. "Hello?"
The sound of his voice triggered something deep inside her, and before she could control herself, the tears began to flow. Her sobs came out in choked gasps, escalating into hiccups. She couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions she had tried so hard to suppress.
"Niharika?" her father said after a moment of silence, recognizing the distressed sounds of his daughter’s tears. "Niharika, is that you? What happened, beta? Why are you crying?"
His voice, laden with concern, made her tears flow faster. It had been months since she last heard him speak to her like this. The weight of her sorrow was too much to bear. She felt as though the dam she had built around her emotions had burst, flooding her senses with grief and longing.
"Baccha, please stop crying," her father continued, his voice trembling slightly. "You know I can’t stand to hear you like this. Take a deep breath for me, okay? Sit down and have a glass of water."
She nodded, even though he couldn’t see her, and placed the phone down on the side table. She poured herself a glass of water with shaky hands, gulping it down to calm her erratic breathing. Slowly, her sobs subsided, though her heart was still heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.
As she reached for her phone again, her father’s voice broke the silence once more, but this time, it carried a hint of joy. "Divya ji, come quickly! It’s Niharika’s call!"
Niharika couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto her face, despite the tears that had yet to dry. Her father’s excitement, his eagerness to share the moment with her mother, filled her with warmth.
"Your mother will be so happy to hear your voice, beta," he said, his voice tender. "You’ve made her day."
Niharika’s voice trembled as she replied, "Yes, papa. But first, tell me everything. How are you, Maa, and Krish? Did Krish go to the hostel yet? And how’s Maa’s back pain? Are you still doing extra work at the office? Oh God, I’m rambling, I don’t even know where to start…"
Her father chuckled softly, cutting her off gently. "Relax, beta. Everything is fine here. Your Maa and Krish are doing well."
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "You’re telling the truth, right? Everyone’s okay?"
