Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
This twenty seve...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Should I plate some breakfast out for you?"
Palms curled in a fist, Agastya tightened his jaw. The lewd guy was back even after the clear warning given to him. Perhaps, he was the one who didn't understand the language of humans, he was to spoken in the words he will comprehend. "Koi zarurat nahi hai." The door slammed shut.
("That's not required.")
A sinister smirk made to Vikrant face, "Why not, sir?" He twisted his left arm, reads the time, "It's getting late, she needs to take medicines as well after the breakfast."
With quick strides he reached to the man with brown blazer, open palm darted to air making contact with his cheek, he stumbled, his own hand reaching quickly to the sore bruised cheek. Gasps echoed in the compact room, "Mana kiya tha Vikrant maine, dubara meri family ke aas paas takrana nahi," Agastya stepped closer, rage washed over body.
("I'd warned you Vikrant, never again be near to my family.")
His stepmother rushed to him, "Agastya, why would you to that?" Her fingers caressing the purple cheek of her son.
"I think your son can answer that better, Ma'am." He held the older woman's eyes in a contact, each word meant what he said. Timidly the woman broke the contact, her confidence wavering.
Vikrant patted her shoulder, "I'm good." With the back of hand he wiped the red liquid oozed out of lip. Sallowed the metallic taste, "I can sue you for this, Agastya Singhania,"
As if the floor slipped underneath their feet, Roshni and Niharika's heart palpitated, will this cause another trouble, the former being helpless could not do anything other than being a viewer to the spectacle taking place. While the other rushed to her husband, being a supporter in his every step, her lean arm circled around his strong one.
"Do it." Long fingers grabbed the brown collars, pulled him forward, "Vikrant, do not compel me to act on my terms to keep you away." Shoved him back, a pat on his shoulder.
Karan Oberoi and Rohan stepped in, tension apparent on their faces. The commotion could be heard from steps away from the room.
Karan Oberoi let out a gasp, "Who did this to you?" He ran to his son. Accusing eyes turned sharp at Agastya. "Why did you do this, Agastya?"
Agastya rolled his neck back, quickly straightening it. A smug smile on the tips of his lips, "You as well are playing very well, Mister Oberoi."
"Agastya Singhania!" Vikrant rolled out a pointing finger at him.
Agastya stepped closer to him, "I don't think we want a repeat of this, isn't it Vikrant?" When his hand dropped down. He added, "Now, I deeply appreciate Mrs Oberoi coming to check on my sister, however I do not want any of you near my family ever again."
Rohan supportively tapped of his son's shoulder, "I think you should leave Karan."
Karan Oberoi bobbled his head, "This is extremely wrong, Rohan. I will go the police." His brazen eyes gazed at Agastya.
