Ishq Par Zor Nahi

💞Part 12: The game starts now

Morning

The elder was lounging on the couch, his eyes flickering open, scanning the room before settling on the younger one who was preparing to head to the hospital.

Their eyes locked as Mihir reached for the file, but he found himself frozen in place by the intensity of the elder's gaze. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, each silently challenging the other in that fleeting moment of connection.

"I'm going for shopping with Rudra and everyone" Mihir stated, placing his file into his bag.

"You can't" Muzaffar interjected, rising from the couch and stretching his arms.

"Will you stop controlling me?" Mihir's anger flared.

"Let me come with you then" Muzaffar insisted.

"I'm not your child, Muzaffar. You can't just pamper me" Mihir retorted, displaying his irritation.

Muzaffar advanced towards Mihir, who instinctively stepped back until his back met the wall, feeling trapped like a cornered prey.

"What are you doing?" Mihir's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I wouldn't mind if you be my child" Muzaffar whispered into Mihir's ear, his words hanging in the charged air like a delicate veil of unspoken desires.

Mihir slightly pushed muzaffar away from him,his face flushed not knowing the reason,he took his bag and dashed out from the room with his racing heart.

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"What are you doing?" a person inquired.

"Planning to take what's mine," she replied, her eyes swollen and red.

"I'm with you," the person reassured, standing by her side.

"Okay, let me go. Everyone is downstairs. They'll get suspicious if we both hide like this" the person suggested, patting her shoulder.

She nodded.

"Mihir, I will not let you go for taking my most precious possession."

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"Kya baat hai mannerless boy, looking happy, huh?" Kabir asked, ruffling his hair, as Rudra sat on the bed with a wide smile.

"Aapko kya?" Rudra retorted, showing his indifference to the elder's concern.

"What happened to you?" Kabir inquired.

"That doesn't concern you, Mr. Akdu. Go to your fancy" Rudra replied bluntly, getting up from the bed, but Kabir stopped him by holding his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Kabir asked in confusion as Rudra left, his nostrils flaring in frustration.

"What happened to him?" Kabir muttered to himself, puzzled by Rudra's behavior.

"And who is 'fancy'? What fancy?" Kabir questioned, perplexed by Rudra's words.
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"Mom, let me help you" Rhea offered as she saw shweta working in kitchen.