# Book 1
Aadrik Ranawat, a member of an underworld society who thrives for success, power and money. His life was only filled with the scent of blood and money. Will the girl with lotus scent change his world? She enters his life like an ocean and c...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I think I should talk to him. He has been waiting outside the room every day for the past week.
I can't only blame him, I was wrong too. It's better to have a conversation and sort things out rather than avoid them.
I got up from the bed and moved out of the room. I searched everywhere for him, kitchen, hall, garden and even the garage. He was nowhere to be found.
I knew he was at home because his car was parked in the garage.
I couldn't find Srishti anywhere to even ask her about him.
Oh no, I forgot about his home office. This workaholic might be there.
I went towards his home office, I was about to knock on the door but I already found it slightly open.
I decided to wait for him outside as he already had a company. He never brings his clients home but today he did.
Abhay was going on and on about the project. He is talking about our recently acquired deal.
"How much for your wife Mr Khurrana?" The man asked Abhay.
How much for me? Is that person in his right mind?
I am sure Abhay is going to break his bones.
"How much do you have?" He asked. How much does he have to buy me from him? My whole world shattered.
I am done. This was the last string.
I ran outside to my car. I forgot the car keys. Bloody hell!
I went back in and brought my car keys and phone and started driving. Tears clouded my vision. I tried to blink them away.
I stopped my car on the side of the highway. It isn't safe to drive in this condition.
I opened my phone to text Mahika Bhabhi.
~~ Chat ~~
Me- bhabhi I am coming back home
Me- I can't stay with him any longer.
Me- I can't take this torture anymore.
~~ end of the chat ~~
I just parked my car there and cried to my heart's content.
My father always told me to cry every time something went miserably wrong. Once I am done crying, and let out all my frustration, anger and helplessness, I need to stand up and fight again.
But he always told me to cry only once for one particular thing. If something or someone forces me to cry twice, it is not worth it.
And that's what I did my entire life and it worked. I already cried once for Abhay and this is my second time crying for him and I am done.
