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"When my family cannot accept her then how can I ?,"
• Ranvijay Rajput, now a 31 year old CEO of Rajput FinTech, was once a 25 year old young man who was pushed into a forced marriage. After 6 years he now has return...
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*Nishtha's POV*:-
My eyes fluttered open at the hush-hush voice in the background. As much as the voice annoyed me, the sight in front of me melted my heart.
My hand was entwined with Ranvijay's and he was gently stroking the back of my palm with his taut thumb. Perhaps something is worrying him, I could feel the tension radiate from his body and his annoying voice.
The last thing I remember is feleing sleepy and Ranvijay woke me up and we came back to the car. When did I sleep in the car ? I don't remember it at all.
"Fine. But what about the Spanish deal ? How ? We had it all planned, can't you'll just work it out without me. No I won't. Handle it or else send your resignation to me by the week end.," he cut the call and murmured something that sounded, "Fu*king Randhawas."
"Kya hua ? I hope I am not interfering.," I asked, taking my head away from his shoulder to face him.
The date had helped us communicate what we wanted and perhaps had broken the invisible wall that had been keeping us apart. And now me asking him about his life and business was the result of it.
"Not at all. But I guess I did wake you up.," he whispered. His tone was incompatible to the previous one, almost as if it had been some other person talking and not him.
"You did not.,"
"What happened ? Who are these Randhawas that have the deranged my husband ?," I repeated the question.
He passed me a confused look at my choice of vocabulary so I clarified myself, "deranged maane disturbed ? What has disturbed you ?"
"Oh.You know Sarthak Randhawa ?,"
Who's he now ?
"You know Akshay Randhawa ? The footballer.," I nodded instantly, how would I not know my patient.
"Sarthak Randhawa is his dad.," Ranvijay clarified.
"Oh, so is he interfering in your business or something ?,"
Ranvijay nodded gravely, " He is. You know I handle the European branches right ? And we are just spreading there out since the past 6 years. He is using his son's fame to take away our potential client and we can't even do anything about it."
Ranvijay's stress was visible in the robotic movement of his hands on my arm. "You want to talk to Akshay ?," I asked, perhaps talking to Akshay might help him in some way.
" Sirf 'Akshay' ? You know him informally ?," Ranvijay raised his eyebrow making me roll my eyes. Did he just catch that out of the whole question ?
"He is my patient, tell me do you want to talk to Akshay ?," I replied. "I will come to you if I want to. But right now, nope. Talking to Akshay will be fruitless because he doesn't even take part in the business.," Ranvijay cleared it and I feel that he was right.
