#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions.
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"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in...
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Happy Reading🎀 ----------------------------------------- Sunn raha hai naa tu Ro raha hun main Sunn raha hai naa tu? Kyun ro raha hun main? -----------------------------------------
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“Bye, chachu. Bring massi too next time. I miss her” she pecked my cheek and ran inside the mansion. I stood frozen to the ground.
Today, has been the calmest day since she left. I hadn't smoked since morning. I had meals with Ruhana and of all I was at peace.
Although she mentioned her a few times, she instantly shut herself, saying that her massi would come back to her.
She had fun, and I made sure she got whatever she laid a finger on. And we ended up with 15 shopping bags and I just hope her mother doesn't run to kill me.
My stillness was interrupted when I heard my phone ringing. I shook my thoughts away and shovelled my hand into my pocket. I pulled my phone out only to see my father calling me.
I quickly slid the green button and attached the phone to my ear.
“Papa. Papa. How are you?” I did not give him the chance to speak because my father called me after a year and I can’t lose that chance.
“At my house in 15 minutes.” And the line went dead.
I bought the blank screen in front of me unable to think what to even think?
I sighed and turned back to sit in my car.
I lit a cigarette and had a puff. My phone rang again and it was from the guard whom I assigned for Aashika.
“Sir Aashika mam is staying in 740 Park Avenue Apartments with a friend named Swastika.” I haven’t heard about this friend before. Who is she?
“Did you do a background check on Swastika?” I asked as I revved the engine, puffed my cigarette and moved to my father’s house.
