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Heer Thakur's life currently is all about one goal: "3 lakh rupees in three months."
Abhishek Sharma, the classic angry young man who insists everything goes according to his meticulous plans...
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11. Awkward Night.
[A/N: translations are not added in this chapter. They might be added soon.]
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Dinner felt quieter than usual, the clinking of plates and the occasional scraping of forks against them filling the void. Heer’s absence was palpable, an odd weight pressing against the table.
Mumma kept glancing toward the door every few minutes. Her hands nervously fidgeted with the edge of her dupatta, a habit she had when she was worried.
“She’s been out all day,” Mumma murmured, her voice tinged with unease. “No calls, no messages. I hope she’s alright.”
“Mumma, don’t worry,” I said, attempting to keep my tone casual, though the lingering concern in her eyes was beginning to seep into me too. “She’s probably with her friends or might be stuck somewhere you know how bad traffic gets in the evenings.”
Komal Di, seated to my left, nodded in agreement, her expression calm but slightly distant. “Exactly, Mumma. Heer is responsible. She’d let us know if something was wrong.” Her words were reassuring, but there was a hint of doubt in her voice.
Papa chimed in next, his tone steady as always. “Let her be. She’s young she needs some freedom too. Don’t overthink it.”
Mumma didn’t respond immediately, her gaze fixed on the empty chair that Heer usually occupied. It was strange how much of a presence she had built in this house in such a short time.
Everyone had grown to like her, but Mumma especially. She treated Heer like her own daughter, fussing over her meals, her health, and even her late-night study habits.
I glanced at Mumma again, feeling a sudden pang of guilt. Maybe I had been too harsh on Heer in the beginning, brushing her off with my usual grumpiness.
Now, seeing Mumma so attached to her, I wondered if I’d misjudged her.
Komal Di broke the silence, attempting to lighten the mood. “Abhishek, maybe you should call her? You seem to be her go-to person these days.”
