Aarav Malhotra a business tycoon is a ruthless person. He is famous for his drinking habits, sleeping with a new girl but ruling the commercial world. He is only softened towards his 15 years old daughter Khushi who hates him to the core. The father...
One evening, Karan returned from the office, exhausted and weighed down by the day's challenges. The house was quiet, and the soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound breaking the silence. As Karan entered his bedroom, he sighed and sank onto the bed, closing his eyes for a moment of respite. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow that added to the sense of calm he craved.
Just then, teen Aarav tiptoed into the room, his small figure casting a shadow on the wall. He climbed onto the bed and lay down beside his father, his presence instantly lifting Karan's spirits. A smile spread across Karan's face as he opened his eyes and saw his son. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Aarav, drawing him close in a tight embrace. The bond between them was palpable, a comforting anchor in their lives.
"Papa... ek baat puchu?" Aarav asked, his voice soft but inquisitive.
"Haan beta, pucho," Karan replied, his curiosity piqued by the unusual seriousness in Aarav's tone.
"Aapko mujhpe bharosa hai?" Aarav asked, looking up at his father with earnest eyes.
Karan was taken aback by the question. "Yeh kaisa sawal hai? Bilkul hai beta..." he said, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.
Aarav hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "Ek baat batani thi aapko wo... Sumitra..." Aarav began but then paused, searching for the right words. He turned to his father and forced a smile, trying to mask his inner turmoil. "Aap khush hai unke saath?"
"Bahut Aaru... Tumhe pata hai Nandini ke jaane ke baad kitna akela pad gaya tha main. Nandini thi toh meri takaat thi, har kadam pe usne mera saath diya. Uske jaane ke baad laga jaise zindagi mein kuch raha hi nahi... phir Sumitra aayi, usne uski tarah yeh ghar sambhal liya, tumhe sambhal liya," Karan said, his voice filled with emotion as he reflected on the past.
Aarav listened, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Hearing the genuine happiness in his father's voice, he knew he couldn't bear to take that away from him, especially now. Aarav's own pain and doubts would remain his secret, hidden behind a brave facade, for the sake of his father's happiness.
As the house help made a mistake by adding extra salt, Sumitra's anger flared, and she scolded the cook harshly. "Thik se kaam nahi hota hai tumse, nikal jao yahan se," she commanded, her voice sharp with frustration.
In the midst of the commotion, Aarav, now a young man in his mid-20s, intervened. He approached his stepmother with a furrowed brow, his voice calm but firm. "Mrs Sumitra, yeh kya kar rahi hai aap? Namak zyada ho gaya toh aise dhakka deke nikalna thik nahi hai. Galti sabse hoti hai," he reasoned, his empathy evident in his words.
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Sumitra's gaze hardened as she turned to face Aarav, her resolve unwavering. "Ek galti baar baar maaf nahi karti main," she declared, her tone resolute.
