You & Me ; Towards Our Forbidden Future

Chapter 17

"What's your future plan?" He asked, diverting the heavy emotions.

"Prepare for NEET. Then MBBS." She said with obvious ambitious eyes.

"Then, all the best future Dr. Deepa Lakshmi." He smiled and looked at the brilliant student infront of him.

In this generation where students are blindfolded by puppy love and reels, she is the odd one. She is well planned about about her future and is confident that she could achieve it no matter what. Every teacher hope to have all their children be conscious about their future career.

Deepa looked at him in wonder. This was the first time she was called 'Doctor'. No one explain, the amount of confidence and determination one will get when their ambition is sincerely well wished by others .

"I never expected that you will be the first to call me this... If we could meet again after ten years, I am sure you can call me this again officially." Deepa smiled faintly.

Anil didn't reply. He is not sure when could he come back after leaving tomorrow morning. And there is even fewer chance that they will meet again.

In the office room, two people with a wide generation gap sat opposite with extreme pressure from their own life problems. But they were tightly pursed in their heart.

One was preparing to pursue her dreams with full confidence and unwavering determination. Like a blooming flower, ready to show her true passionate and dedicated self through her own efforts. Towards the path to build up herself...

While the other going to fold up his dreams and ambitions to shoulder the responsibility as a son and the pillar of largest multinational company. No one knows what the future holds for him.

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Outside the school.

The empty road was covered in muddy water. Water drops dropped from the tip of leaves of trees and plants. By the side of the road, two shadows can be seen.

A tall and mature man and a slim girl, with school uniform and a side bag, who was only about his shoulder length.

They were silent and standing about two meters distance away from each other.

Suddenly, a honk was heard from the end of the road. Soon a white Porsche appeared in their line of sight. Surprise flashed in both of them.

In this City where almost all are middle class, who can afford a luxury like Porsche?

Their eyes were fixed on the white legend, and Deepa gasped in surprise when she saw the person who exited from the driver seat when it stopped before them.

"Kanna!"

Prakash rushed towards her hurriedly, not at all minding the layer of mud that stained his high-end leather shoe.

"Acha?" Deepa looked at Prakash in shock. Is it really her acha?

Anil also looked at the executive, elegant and charismatic man before him with obvious surprise.

Prakash was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with elegant male accessories. He was wearing a silver rimmed glass. His black hair was combed neatly. But his face was full of worry and panic. His tie was pulled down in stress and he was sweating badly even in this cold temperature.
His love and care for his daughter as a father was visible from head to toe.

At this time, he was checking Deepa carefully to know whether she was hurt or not. From his trembling hand on her shoulders, Deepa could feel his violently beating heart.

"Kanna, are you hurt??"

"No Acha. I am perfectly all right. 100%"

"That's great! Really....great...." His voice was lighter as he said. He breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was hanging on a thread till now. Finally it was put down safely.

God... You protected her.... Or else...

A cold and murderous light flashed in the depth of his eyes.