𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 & 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚, growing up, fought like cats and dogs. They were always in each other's personal space, as if they were used to it.
But now, well they were growing up....
Attraction, Desire. That's what Natasha...
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𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩,
“Papa, but I love him…”
Ankita cried, clutching her little sister in a side hug.
“Ankita, I said no,” her father replied in a dismissive tone, his attention focused on his laptop.
“Papa, Kaushal is a nice guy. Please understand. You promised in court that you would fulfill our every wish, and now you’re saying no. It’s only been a month, and you’ve already broken your promise,” Ankita said, her voice heavy with disappointment as tears streamed down her face. Seeing her cry, fifteen-year-old Natasha’s eyes welled up as well.
“Ankita, the guy is a cook. A cook for my daughter? Do you seriously think I will agree to that?” Ankush shouted, slamming his laptop down on the table.
“I don’t care if he’s a cook or anything else. To me, he’s my everything, and I can’t—”
“Your everything?” Ankush cut her off, amusement tinged with disbelief. “The dress you’re wearing is bought with my money, the house you’re standing in is mine. The food you eat is mine. The phone you have is the one I gave you. And now you’re saying he’s your everything?” His voice rose, causing both girls to flinch.
“I don’t want all that, Papa! For nine years, he’s been there for me, and you weren’t, Papa! You were off enjoying your life in London, leaving your children here. Alone.” Ankita’s voice broke as she crumbled, her sobs echoing through the room.
“You think it was that easy for me?” Ankush’s voice trembled, and both girls looked at him, shocked to hear the uncharacteristic quiver in his tone. Ankush had always been a confident man, never showing emotion to anyone.
“Papa…” Ankita called softly, walking towards him and taking his hand. “I don’t know how hard it was for you to leave us here alone. But Kaushal, Papa…” Her voice wavered. “He’s everything to me. I love him. I can’t live without him.”
