Mysterious Oberoi

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He hadn't harmed Mayur. The indescribable trust I had upon him was proved correct. I stared at him as he was playing with Riddhi, sweet smile adoring his face.

"He is fond of her," Buba commented. I passed her, hesitating smile. I wanted to inquiry something. About my mother! Would she know about her? According to the memories I had recollected, she was not in a good condition. She used to work for us, exhaust her body with numerous kind of work. I could recollect her coming late at home, there was no memory of my father.

"Do you know about my mother? My biological mother?" I stared at her with hope. She stared at me for a minute before providing with a small nod.

"She really cared about you," Buba mumbled. "She often used to come and glance at you from a distance. She seriously couldn't afford your expenses. She used to live on streets and had gone through various torture which she didn't wanted to gift you with..." Buba muttered. "She wanted you to live a better life compared to hers," she pressed.

I nodded attempting to hold back my tears. "What was her name?" I choked, I couldn't even remember her name.

"Gayatri... Gayatri Shinde," she mumbled. I was lost in thought before my orbs averted to the locket adoring my neck. "This is of your father," she ended, staring at the pendant as well.

•••

"You had played for an hour." I glared at Riddhi pleading orbs. "Now, it's time to go inside and complete your homework." I gestured Swara to take the stubborn Riddhi inside.

"She is already despised the idea of school," Diya commented on glancing at Riddhi's sad face.

"She had asked for it," Mr Oberoi commented sitting beside me in the lounge. He was groaning in pain. His orbs closed as he was leaning on the arm-rest.

"And you have exhaust yourself," I passed a glare in his direction. "Why couldn't you deny her?"

"She would have forced you to joint her. And you're not in a condition to pressurize yourself." He commented not sparing a glance in my direction.

"But you were asked to take rest," I argued. "Doctor had warned that those wounds hadn't healed yet," I pressed. "If things kept going in this manner those stitches would open," I stopped when I glanced at him standing from the seat. He passed a glance at Diya who was smiling at us.

"Was she always such a headache?" Mr Oberoi inquired glancing at Diya for an answer. Diya laughed nodding her head in agreement while I groaned at her reaction. I was a headache! "She wasn't back than," Mr Oberoi mumbled softly, his orbs averting to my direction.

"She was always my source of peace," he muttered as he leaned towards my face and pressed a kiss on my forehead. And soon he walked into the mansion. It took me a minute to process the happening, I shook my head as I glanced at Diya. Trying to grab hold of my racing heart and my nervous spirit.

Diya passed a smile in my direction, "you're finally fitting in their world." She commented while I frowned at her statement. I never wanted to hear it! I was never part of this world. I belonged with Diya, with my parents.

"I am not," I groaned at the thought of it. "I despise this world!"

"You used too," Diya commented. "You no longer do!"

"Diya please don't start on the topic." I passed her a glare, "I don't want to upset myself by starting an argument with you."