Whispers of Fate

37.

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To everyone commenting on the pace of the story - don't worry, it's all going right. The pace has picked up, and the book is heading into the final stretch, with the last 10-12 chapters remaining. Stay tuned!

Also, this is the longest chapter! Freaking 18000+ words, so need a lot of votes and comments!

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TW : Unwanted Physical Contact, Psychological Manipulation, Attempted Assault (in the end of the chapter)

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T H I R D  P E R S O N

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Thinking it best not to push him further, Anisha turned on her heel, her footsteps soft but hurried as she left Atharva's study. The tension in the room was suffocating, and the last thing she wanted was to ignite his temper more.

She made her way to their bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. Entering in, she closed the door gently behind her, leaning against it for a moment, trying to steady her breath.

Hearing the movement, Maisha turned from her desk, "Mamma, you took so much time, and you didn't bring water also!"

Anisha blinked, the weight of the recent argument still heavy on her mind. Realization dawned, and she said softly, managing a small smile, "I'm sorry, baby. I will bring it now."

Maisha pouted slightly but nodded, turning back to her homework.

Anisha descended the stairs, retrieved the forgotten water jug from the table, and made her way to the kitchen to fill the jug. With the jug now full, she carried it back upstairs, and poured a glass for Maisha.

Taking the glass from her mother, Maisha said, holding out her book and notebook. "Mamma, see, I finished all the homework."

Anisha took the notebooks from Maisha, flipping through the pages. "Very good," she said, pressing a kiss to Maisha's forehead.

Maisha giggled, snuggling into her mother's arms. "Mamma, where is Papa?"

Anisha hesitated, her fingers brushing through Maisha's hair. "Papa..." she trailed off, her thoughts racing. She knew Atharva was furious, even if he hadn't shown it outright. While she was certain he'd never take his anger out on Maisha — his love for her was too strong — she still felt a pang of uncertainty about sending Maisha to him right now.

"Papa is a little busy, sweetheart," Anisha said gently, trying to keep her voice calm. "How about Mamma telling you a story tonight?"

Maisha's face scrunched up in disappointment. "No, Mamma. I want Papa," she insisted, her small arms crossing defiantly.

Anisha sighed softly, unsure of what to do next.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Atharva stepped into the room. Maisha's face lit up as she spotted him. She excitedly jumped off the bed, and dashed toward him, her tiny arms flailing. She clung to his legs, looking up at him with a wide grin. "Papa! I finished all my homework. You finished yours?"