"So what's your decision?" Asked Viraj.
"All you left me with one option and now asking what's my decision?" Said Shreya in a broken tone.
"All you wanted was a doll who'll attend your family function and maintain your family status so you can be bu...
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"He told me he wouldn't let me work after we'll get married, My dream job will become just one of my dreams," said Ayesha again hiding her face in the pillow cushion and crying.
Shreya was shocked to hear this. But she believed it at for place but again thought of it as some kind of prank or something.
"Di are you serious? Because I'm not in the mood to hear any pranks or jokes" asked Shreya in a scared tone while praying in her mind that she'll reply 'yes'.
"Do you think I'll joke around about my dream job for which worked so hard from my childhood? It's my fucking dream Shreya!" Said Ayesha pulling her head up again. Her face is red and wet with tears.
"He...he might be pranking with you. Don't be tense, let me call him and talk about it, okay now don't cry." Said Shreya shuttering in between due to nervousness.
She got up and walked out of her room not before closing the door so that their parents don't get to know about this new problem. It's not that they know about the previous one but if one came out the list of their kand (mess) would be dug out from their past.
Shreya walked up to her terrace so that she could talk to him freely and for safety so that no one could hear her as her parents rarely come there.
She dialed the number on her phone while matching it with a small piece of paper on which she wrote the number Viraj while stealing the number from her father's phone.
And the most shocking thing is that her father already saved his number as 'Damad ji' (son-in-law).
She shook all the random thoughts out of her head and started to practice what she was gonna say after he picked up.
After finalizing her script, she took a long breath and tapped on the call.
After a few rings someone picked up the call, and that's when Shreya greeted.
"Hello"
"Hello?" The voice that came from the other side was feminine. Thousands of thoughts started running here and there in her mind.
"Mr. Viraj?" She asked getting her focus back on what she called for.
"Sorry ma'am, Sir is busy with his schedule, do you have any appointment booked?" Said the lady on the other side
"No, but I don't want to meet him but talk to him" replied Shreya thinking she misunderstood her.
"Sorry ma'am but for that, you also need an appointment" replied the lady with a polite tone.
'Ha ha yeh pura desh yhi toh sambhal Raha hai' she thought in her mind with sarcasm at its peak.
(Why not? this whole country is solely managed by him)
"Hello, ma'am are you still on the line?" Asked the lady on the other side to Shreya who was lost in her angry thoughts.
"Yes, can you book my appointment with him for now, I must have some words with him " Shreya replied with a polite voice.
