They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Tere ishq me iss tarah nilaam ho jau. Aakhiri boli teri ho aur mai tere naam ho jau.
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Raj paced in his room, phone pressed tightly to his ear, frustration laced in his voice.
"Dad, Tina ka kahi pata nahi lag raha." (Dad, there's no sign of Tina.)
From the other side, he could hear the muffled sounds of a young girl's voice—soft, almost hesitant. His brows furrowed.
"Dad, yeh ladki kaun hai?" (Dad, who is this girl?)
A tired scoff came from Ashok's end. "Mujh par dhyan dene se zyada abhi biwi par dhyan do... dhoondo use." (Focus on your wife instead of me... find her.)
Raj exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "Wahi bol raha hoon. Nahi mil rahi hai! Maine saari jagah dhoonda." (That's what I'm saying! She's nowhere to be found. I've searched everywhere.)
Ashok's tone turned colder, heavier, like he was exerting effort. "Kaisi nikammi aulad mili hai mujhe... na tumse company sambhalti hai, na dance academy, na tumhari khud ki biwi. Tumse accha toh Ansh hai—Rare Group me kaam toh karta hai." (What a useless son I have... you can't handle the company, the dance academy, not even your own wife. Ansh is better than you—at least he works in Rare Group.)
Raj clenched his jaw, but before he could respond, he heard it.
A moan. A young girl's voice.
His breath hitched. His stomach twisted in disgust. "Dad... you—"
And then, Ashok's voice, low and taunting.
"She is so tight."
Raj's face twisted in horror. He took a step back as nausea crawled up his throat.
"Chi, Dad..." (Disgusting, Dad...)
Ashok laughed. "Mera hi beta hai tu..." (You're my son, after all...)
Raj could hear shuffling, a muffled whimper from the other side, and then Ashok's voice directed at the girl.
"Spread those legs... and sit still until I tell you to move."
Raj's hands shook. His entire body tensed with a sickening realization.
Then Ashok's voice came back to him. "Mishti chahiye?" (Do you want Mishti?)
Raj blinked. "Dad...?"
"Maine poocha, Mishti chahiye?"(I asked, do you want Mishti?)
His mind froze.
He had been waiting to hear this for so long... but not like this.
His eyes burned as he whispered, "Haan, Dad... aap divorce ke liye maan gaye?" (Yes, Dad... are you agreeing to the divorce?)
