The afternoon was warm but fresh. People stayed at their houses for their noon nap. The roads were quiet, the shops closed. The neighbourhood was peaceful. The only sound heard was the argument going on between the mother and the daughter.
Ragini and Disha.
“How could you mom?” Disha's voice echoed through the emptiness of the house, the house that had only furniture in it. No emotional depth. No attachments. Just the cold four walls decorated with unusual art pieces.
“What” Ragini asked with fake innocence dripping from her voice. She was well known about what on earth she did but, why not play this little game.
Disha grits her teeth, clenches her fists trying not to make a mess.
“Your plan of selling the restaurant of Diya's, I would never let it succeed.”
Ragini shook her head and started laughing like a maniac.
“It is under my name. You can do nothing but just watch, sweetie.”
The nickname was even disgusting to come out of her mouth.
Disha took a deep breath, calming her nerves. The matter will get worse if she doesn't play it cool.
“You know it, she had worked really hard to build that restaurant even though it belonged to dad.”
Ragini hummed and strolled towards the kitchen leaving Disha in the living room.
Disha sat back and massaged her temples.
“Would you like some coffee my dear.”
“What? Are you even in your senses mom?”
“Oh dear, coffee helps you to relieve stress.” Her mom replied despite being the sole reason for the stress.
Disha abruptly stood up and said.
“What do you want?” Ragini laughed and came back with two coffee cups in her hand and kept them on the centre table.
“Obviously, money, bete money” She patted Disha's cheeks lightly with a very cunning smile on her face, while Disha stood there like a lost individual.
As far as she knew the restaurant wasn't that big to fulfil the needs of this greedy woman.
“I don't think so. As far as I know you are not interested in the restaurant”
Rahini took a sip of her coffee and gave a chuckle. “I would love to admit that you are clever. You have the genes of me unlike your stupid Father.”
Her tone got horrific that creeped Disha out.
“I am going to make her do things which will give things I need, for the sake of the restaurant.”
“And what are you going to do to her?”
Another chuckle came out as a response, for the frantic question.
“Marrying her off”
~~~
Little shorter one,
Pheww.
Bieee!
~♡
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