So many people are reading but very few bothers to vote and rarely anyone comment their views....I don't know what I am doing wrong to deserve this🙄
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"do you have any idea what could happen to my son today....I was on verge of loosing him" smriti shouted while crying
"What can I do in all this smriti ...Anay is so spoiled ....I wanted to rebuke him but you didn't even let me" Rajeshwar said
" Yes!!!! Everyone is spoiled except your dear son Kabir..." Smriti said while turning her face to side in a angred tone
What do you mean smriti...have you gone mad ???? Rajeshwar shouted in annoyance.
"Yes I have gone mad....Look raj , I only have Anay in my life...I can't loose him.... And you have no right to stress out my son more by your words...you have already done enough harm. Smrit said with tearful eyes.
Rajeshwar got startled by Smriti's allegations.
"You have lost all the logics smriti... Just tell me what you want from me... Don't do this drama with me." Rajeshwar said in annoyance while taking a sip of his whiskey
"I want you to give Anay what he wants " smriti said with firmness , wiping her tears .
"Are you out of your mind smriti ...they are married for God sake ...you saying as if it's some toy I can give back to him" Rajeshwar said in anger .
"I know what I am saying please don't overreact Raj...there is no marriage...it was your ambition and your son's greed that traslated into this marriage okay...
Look Raj...I didn't interfere in anything that you do ...all your business empire is under Kabir ....there is no say of Anay and me....we never said anything...but now it's about my son's life and happiness....and I can't overlook it." She took a brief pause and said
"Give Kabir anything that he wants and get him divorced with Erica....your son only care about business and power so crack a good deal with him and give back my son's happiness....my Anay is not greedy like your Kabir....he is just immature...he made a mistake ,now he regrets it...and it's enough. ..Anay has always got what he wants if he didn't get this girl he won't be able to take it...today you saw the glimpse yourself." Smrit said in serious tone.
"You have lost it completely...and even if i agreed , what about the girl Erica ....do you think she will agree to this ." Rajeshwar said in attempt to make her understand.
" You don't need to worry about that ... didn't you see how miserable that girl has become because of your son...she is always crying , she became so pale...and also she has already left the house...all courtesy to you dear son... because what else he knows apart from hurting people, shouting and getting Angry...no sane person can live with him Raj.She is just dragging this marriage because she had no choice." Smriti said
"But what would I say to him...it will look so odd" Rajeshwa said with hesitation.
"Come on Raj... it's not like kabir has some sort of feelings for her....your son is incompetent to feel for anybody...you are a good businessman and so is he...give him a good deal and he will agree." Smriti said in a mocking tone and went.
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In a dark room where the face was only little visible....
"Take this" Anay said throwing a bundle of money on the table while smoking casually.
The servant picked it up in hurry.
" Now keep your mouth shut for life....If anybody asks you ,what had happen...you will say , you came in my room for asking tea or coffee when you saw me lying on the ground like that...and immediately you went to tell mom and dad !!! Okay" he said taking a shot of cigarettes.
"Sure sir!!! I won't open my mouth ever. Your secret is safe" he said bowing his head .
"Now... leave " anay ordered.
The servant immediately went from there .
"Now just wait and watch kabir ...how I get Erica back!!!! Dad gave Erica to you kabir...now dad will give her back to me." He said to himself exhaling the smoke
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“Erica! Where are you???” Kabir's voice echoed across the empty terrace, his tone urgent, desperate.
He turned frantically, and then—he found her.
Sitting at the very edge of the terrace wall, her legs dangling dangerously in the air, Erica sat still as a statue. The wind played with her hair, but she didn’t flinch.
“What are you doing here…?” Kabir said breathlessly as he took a hesitant step forward. His voice trembled—part fear, part disbelief.
Erica turned slowly at the sound of his voice. Her eyes met his.
But they weren’t the eyes he knew.
They were blank—emotionless, hollow.
“I’m going, Kabir,” she said in a voice so calm, so haunting, it chilled him to the bone.
“Just like your mom... Far... far away from you.
You lost me too.”
And without another word, she leaned back—and jumped.
“ERICA!!!!” Kabir screamed, running forward too late, his voice shattering into the night.
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“Sir… sir… sir…”
Someone was shaking his arm. His name, distant but insistent, reached through the darkness.
Kabir’s eyes flew open with a sharp jerk.
A servant was standing beside him, eyes lowered, his hand just brushing Kabir’s sleeve.
It was a dream.
He exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, chest heaving.
Sweat glistened on his forehead as he sat up, disoriented. His heart was still pounding violently.
He looked around. He was on the terrace—his personal bar setup lit with soft golden bulbs.
He remembered now.
After office, he had come here for a drink.
Didn’t even realize when his eyes had closed.
“Sir... sorry to touch you,” the servant mumbled, awkward and apologetic. “I was calling you for a long time but you weren’t responding, so…”
Kabir wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to steady his breath.
“Why were you calling?” he asked, voice still rough with sleep and the lingering weight of the dream.
“Sir… Bade sahab is calling you. In his office.”
Kabir’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t in the mood. Definitely not in the mood to talk to his father.
But still...
“Tell him… I’m coming,” he muttered.
The servant bowed lightly and left.
Kabir leaned back in his chair, eyes flicking once more to the edge of the terrace.
It was just a dream.
But the echo of her voice—and the image of her falling—refused to leave him.
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