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Drishti fainted and her father rushed towards her. She is pulling an act, I am no fool to not know that.
Her parents are dealing with the procedure shits and we are sitting in the waiting area.
"Manav, no matter what, she's pregnant, let's not discuss these shits anymore. It's not good for the parent and the baby."
"I don't give a fuck Anjali."
She goes quite. I know she cares for her, afterall she's her sister. The next thirty minutes pass in silence, with all of us sitting together.
After that the doctor came and told us that she regained consciousness, we walked inside her ward. I was the last one to step inside and the moment she saw me she began screaming in her disgusting voice.
"If I knew that you were so irresponsible and would react like this I would have never told you about our baby."
This fucking whore, can she stop calling it 'our'!? I have never fucking touched her except for performing some rituals during our engagement. Yeh ladki kya mere dekhne se pregnant ho gayi?
"Stop that shit woman."
Soon the doctor came inside and blabberred shits regarding her complications and if something like that happened the next time it could be life threatening. God knows, how much money they gave him to say all these.
"Now tell your parents about all your shits."
Her father was getting angry which is completely justified and aunty was holding him inorder to stop him. On the other hand Anjali had gone with the doctor to get some reports and the prescription.
"Uncle, please check these reports."
I gave him the paternity test reports which I had taken from my P.A. They were going through it, uncle's jaw clenched and Drishti was shivering.
Just when uncle was about to say something the door opened revealing Ronit with Anjali beside him. What the fuck is he doing here and why the fuck is he holding her hand!?
"Namaste uncle, namaste aunty. Anjali ne bataya ki Drishti ki tabiyat kharab ho gayi hai, isliye main ag gya."
Anjali yanked his hand lightly and walked towards me. I held her hand and she hissed.
She fucking had cuts on her hands!
My eyes went towards Ronit. He had a smirk on his face. Motherfucker.
He walked to her parents and that's when her father spoke.
"Drishti yeh sab...."
Ronit took the reports and examined them before speaking.
"Uncle these reports are fake, how can you believe Seths in all these, don't you know they are best at these shits."
That sounds more like his self introduction.
Ronit spoke with a hint of disgust in his voice. Uncle didn't seem like he would believe him.Galat admi se panga le liya. Aj toh tu gaya beta.
"Uncle, I hope you can tell the difference between a real and a fake report."
Uncle nodded while analysing the video. The man is extremely smart. I am sure he knows something because given the way I behaved with Drishti he would have beaten the shit out of me.
"Manav all these are harmful for her and the baby, we can continue this another time let's go."
Anjali spoke and held my by my bicep.
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The Forbidden Affair
Short Story'She's my fiancée's little sister.' No matter how many times I remind this to myself, my thoughts keep going back to her. The scene infront of me should break me apart. But I feel more than fine watching my boyfriend make out with some girl. It's a...
