𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒅'𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒓 (on hold)

💗FACE TO FACE💗CHAPTER 7💗

Surya Pov:

( He was resting in his hidden chamber, where he stored confidential documents and secret files. Last night, he spent time in this secluded space, while reviewing CCTV footage in search of evidence, but found nothing. His frustration mounted as he realized he still couldn't find the proof he needed ).

The phone's ringing jolted me awake, without looking on the phone screen and in a groggy tone, I mumbled, "Rudra, you better have good news, or else—" But before I could complete my word, a woman's voice interrupted, asking, "Or else, what???"

I leaped off the large couch and gently asked, "bonjour( Good morning ), Mom! Why are you calling me so early?"

My mother responded from the other side, saying, "Why can't I even call my son?"

I replied to my mom with a sense of obedience, sensing her frustration over the phone. "Je suis vraiment désolé, maman, j'ai oublié de t'appeler hier soir et j'ai fini par dormir dans mon bureau (I'm really sorry, Mom; I forgot to call you last night and ended up sleeping in my office)."

My mother remained upset and scolded me over the phone, saying, "Surya, tu t'éloignes de plus en plus de mon emprise ; même ta mère ne peut plus te maintenir dans le droit chemin (Surya, you're slipping further away from my grasp; even your mother can't keep you in line anymore)."

I prefer to stay quiet on the phone because if I try to explain things to my mother, she would definitely hang me in front of our house because she rules the roost in our family. Even my dad seems a bit intimidated by her! But I'm different I guess I have a mix of both my parents' personalities, but sometimes, maa ke samne bheegi billi banna pdta h ( I just have to play the timid one in front of her ).

After hearing my mother's reprimand, I replied in a sweet tone, "Mom, I'm really sorry for what I did last night. I realize I was wrong. Peux-tu s'il te plaît me pardonner (Can you please forgive me )?" 

My mother responded after scolding me in a firm tone, saying, "Acha thik h maaf kiya( It's all good; I've let it go ) but you'd better come home; if you pull any stunts, I'll have your father deal with you, and he wants to discuss something too."

I interrupted, reassuring her, "No need to worry, Mom, I'll be back later tonight'' end the phone call.

I find myself on the couch, gazing at the blank wall, fully aware of the conversation my father is eager to have.

I understand I should support my parents 'choice', but I just can't agree with this one, especially since I haven't been able to find him.

''Five years ago, I recall a boy whose sweet voice captivated me, his blue eyes sparkling with charm, and his soft, pink lips that drew me in. His freckles and tiny mole added to his allure, enchanting me in every way possible, bringing a sense of peace I couldn't find elsewhere. He is the reason I've turned down my parents' requests repeatedly for five years. I will find him eventually, and this time, I won't let him slip away.''

The phone rang again, and I picked it up to hear a polite voice say, "Good morning, boss. You need to prepare for your meeting in one hour; the client will be here then."

I mentioned in my unique tone, "Alright, I understand. Please get the contract ready for signing and also arrange a suit for me."

My assistant kept it brief, knowing I prefer short conversations on the phone, saying, "Okay, Boss, give me 5 minutes," before hanging up.