Manan: Mr and Mrs Doctor

Who is Akshar?

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Chapter 7: Unraveling the Mystery

Author pov:

Manik's curiosity got the better of him. "Who is Akshar, bhai?" he asked Yash.

Yash's expression turned somber. "Manik, Akshar is Arvind's son."

Manik's eyes widened in surprise. "But Arvind bhai never married. How can he have a son?"

Yash took a deep breath before beginning the story. "After Raman chacha and Ishitha chachi's wedding, Arvind and I went to the US to pursue our master's degrees. I returned after completing my studies, but Arvind stayed back, having been accepted at Lakeshore Hospital, one of the world's top hospitals."

Yash paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "During his internship, Arvind met an Indo-American nurse named Nikita. They spent most of their time together, and she became his closest friend in America. One day, she proposed to him, and after a month of dating, he discovered she had a 3 year-old son named Akshar."

Manik's eyes were glued to Yash, eager to hear more.

Yash's voice dropped to a whisper. "Initially, Arvind broke up with Nikita, feeling betrayed that she had kept Akshar a secret. But eventually, he accepted Akshar as his own son. They got back together, but their relationship became increasingly toxic."

Yash's expression turned grim. "Nikita was possessive and insecure, harassing Arvind for talking to female colleagues. Despite his efforts to change for her, she committed suicide, threatening to kill Akshar and herself if Arvind didn't stay in the relationship."

Manik's eyes were filled with empathy, imagining the pain Arvind must have endured.

Yash's voice cracked. "Arvind thought he could change Nikita, but it was too late. She murdered Akshar, and Arvind was left shattered."

The room fell silent, the weight of Yash's words hanging in the air.

Yash's eyes locked onto Manik's. "Manik, please keep this secret. Arvind's scars run deep."

Manik nodded solemnly. "I won't breathe a word, bhai."

Just then, Manik's phone rang, breaking the silence. Navya was calling.

"Excuse me, bhai. I need to take this," Manik said, answering the call.

After a brief conversation, Manik turned to Yash. "I have to go, bhai. Navya's waiting for me."

Yash nodded. "Go, Manik. We'll catch up tomorrow."

Manik left the cabin, his mind reeling with the secrets he had just uncovered.

Manik's POV

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As I walked out of the hospital, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Arvind's story had left me disturbed. I made my way to the parking lot, where Navya was waiting for me.

Navya, my childhood friend and sister-like figure, smiled weakly as I approached. We had grown up together, and I had always considered her a part of my family. Her parents had passed away when she was just 5, and she had lived with her grandparents until they too passed away when she was 15. Since then, she has been living alone.

"Hey, Manik," Navya said, her voice soft. "Thanks for coming to get me."

I smiled and opened the car door for her. "Of course, Navya. You're like family to me."

As we drove to my home, Navya's voice broke the silence. "Manik, I don't know if I should be imposing on your family like this."

I glanced at her, concerned. "You're not imposing, Navya. My parents love you like a part of our family."

As we arrived at my home, I could sense Navya's apprehension. But my parents welcomed her with open arms, putting her at ease.

"Mama, see who I brought with me!" I shouted from the main entrance.

My papa came towards us. "Manik, why are you shouting like a 5 Year-old kid?"

Navya smiled and touched their feet for blessings. "Hello, Auntie, Uncle, namaste."

My mama smiled warmly. "Live a long life with happiness and success."

My papa chuckled. "See, learn some basic manners from her, Manik. You and your brother lack them."

My mama intervened, "Harsh, why are you starting a class at the entrance? Let them come into the home."

Navya smiled, feeling more at ease.

"Navya, it's been a while since we've seen you," my mama said. "How have you been?"

Navya's eyes dropped. "I've been managing, Auntie. I did my PG in Delhi, so I haven't been to Mumbai in a while."

My papa's expression turned gentle. "Navya, you'll always have a home with us. Don't ever feel like you're alone."

I smiled, feeling grateful for my parents' kindness.

As we settled in, I mentioned that Navya would be staying with us for 15 days. My mama welcomed her with open arms.

"That's great news," my mama said. "You stay here permanently, Navya. We don't have a problem."

After dinner, my mama showed Navya to her room, while I went to refresh. As I lay in bed, my body aching from tiredness, I felt a sense of peace knowing Navya was safe and sound under our roof.

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Note: Out of respect for Akshar's memory, I've chosen not to include any photos or visual descriptions of him. Losing a child is unimaginable, and I want to honor his memory with sensitivity.