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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a life on her own, but beneath the surface, she carries deep emotional pain. Losing her...
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Author's POV:
"Kahaan ho tum? Kitni der me aaoge?" Chahat was talking to Aakarsh on call, while walking in the garden area in the Vohra Mansion.
(Where are you? In how much time will you arrive?)
Aakarsh had to leave for a while, because something urgent came up in the office. "Bas 10 minute meri jaan abhi aya!" She heard Aakarsh saying from the other side of the phone. Her cheeks flustered on hearing the word, 'Meri Jaan' from him. "Okay fine!" She kept the phone back in her pocket and turned back only to bump into someone as she usually does.
(Only 10 minutes, my life)
"I am sorry!" Chahat said, even if she was not at fault today as the other person was walking in a hurry and that person in front of her was not someone she really likes.
"You bloody...." Simran stopped while saying as she noticed that, it was Chahat who was standing in front of her. "Wait! What are you doing here?" Simran asked looking at Chahat with disgust.
"Not your business!" Chahat said, and was about to walk past her when, simran pulled her by her arm. "I asked, what are you doing here?" Simran asked arrogantly.
"Leave my hand!" Chahat said, in a demanding tone but that had no effect on Simran. Chahat got her hand out of her hold with a jerk. "I already said, that's none of your business."
"Ohh yes, not my business. So, let's talk about your business then, how did you get in here ? Aakarsh himself comes here very rarely then you?" Simran asked, her tone was nothing but digusting.
"I am not interested in talking to you simran, get lost." Chahat said. "Ohh then what are you interested in?" Simran questioned, her arms folded as if Chahat owe her an explanation.
Chahat was clenching her fist by now, she was getting frustrated but was mantaining her calm, in respect to the place where she was standing and because of the occassion they were here.
"Why are you silent, say something? Say that you are more interested in sleeping with men to get a control over him just like you did with Aak..." Before she could let out all the poison she had in one sentence, or even Chahat could answer her back they both heard a voice from behind.
"Mind your language Simran!" A voice more like a yell came from behind and the person speaking was none other than Rishabh while, Shubhangi was also standing with him.
